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,

in perpetuity.


29th May 2012