The Footsteps That I Hear Poem by Max D. Hornbogen

You know your footsteps still lingers in the air that I breath. And when I see your footsteps in my head, they make me want to cry inside.

So when I hear your footsteps on the ground, they just give me the chills inside. Even if your not standing here, I can still hear your footsteps walking closer to me.

So each photograph that I see of you, just gives me a moment to be with you.

So when I am alone, I can still see your footsteps on the ground and I know they won’t fade away.

So can you tell me why that you are leavening footsteps on the ground?


August 20th 2008
Max D. Hornbogen