Glancing up this hill on a cold Winter's day, you may see a figure singled out against the gray
If you peer a little closer you may even see a trail of footprints in the snow, made by me
I walk this hill but once a year, same time, same place, until I reach my destination; your final resting place
Seeing your life etched in stone, makes me reflect upon my own
My memories of you are still sharp and new; as long as I live I will never forget you
I shall reminisce upon the times we walked this hill together; the snow around us falling light as a feather
Back when there were two sets of footprints in the snow, and we were together no matter where we had to go
But as the years wore on; the set of footprints dwindled from two to one
Now I walk this hill alone; just one set of footprints in the snow
01/22/2014
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My P.O.E.M.S (Peculiar, Otherworldly, Eloquent Miniature Stories)
شِعرI've finally organized the clutter! I've taken all of my previous poems and compiled them into one work. I will continue to upload more poems here and there, so drop in from time to time and check them out! Thank you again for reading. Constructive...
