I become more of myself
Less of myself
More of myself
Again.
We walk a path, leaving
footprints in the snow.
They will never know, it was us.
It was us and we forgot that they were watching
our footprints.
We walked the path and we left footprints.
I took a picture
of our tracks,
and framed them for your wall.
Again.
I forgot to write you
into my life.
I forgot how to feel like it
was you I was missing.
I forgot that we forgot to remember
to keep our promises.
I forgot my paces along the path,
lonely footprints left in snow.
Again.
I search beyond these papers,
watching hasty paintings dry.
I try to take the little steps,
I try
and try
and try.
I tell you what I can,
what I tried not to remember.
I search for the right words,
but they are lost,
like blankets of untouched snow.
Again.
I finger the buttons
and pace this full empty room.
I take the pictures down
and leave them in my turquoise chest.
I take the little pieces,
and put them together again.
I take
and take.
And you take me.
I take your sweater
and find I am ensconced
in threads of olive green.
I finger the creases of
our silhouettes,
perfect like fresh-fallen snow.
Again.
I dance in shadows.
I become more of myself
Less of myself
More of myself
Again.
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