If your promises were lines I could draw,
the tangle would create a web;
Paths would intersect to oblivion,
where destinations would cease to be.
Tiptoeing in this night, from the lanes of my memory;
shadows of you.
In the silences of this darkness,
I hear faint reminders of yesteryear’s;
Echoes of you from the infinite distances of a no return.
You erased the paths that led to my memories,
removed the milestones that we had passed
But forgot our footsteps that had been engraved on these roads,
29th May 2012