Footfalls behind me
That leave no marks on the ground
Alert me to someone's presence.
Somehow,
Although I've never known it,
I know to whom the steps belong.
I stop
And so do the steps.
Without looking around,
I smile sadly, bitterly, wistfully,
Knowing what I've never had
And wanting it all the same,
And say softly,
"Hello,
Love."
I hope you enjoyed it! :) Much love, Beau_Ciel <3
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These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
