footfall posted by imani , Saturday, September 19, 2009 at 3:02 PM, in Labels: ars poetica

nothing is left now
but the heavy, dreary,
neglected steps your
body makes upon my
earth, demanding
for my skin to stretch
and wrap itself upon
your lies and love
weaving desperation
and darkness within
the chained, chastised
dreams you whispered
to the wind
one heartbreak after
another, uncertain,
dazed, unsettled
grasping and breathing
the next few words
so i may remember
the bittersweet sound
of your heavy, dreary,
neglected footfall
fading away…
further from me.