I trace fading footprints along the riverside
chasing the shadowy past with bated breath
hoping to get a slice of it that will give me
some needed closure.
I saw the branches of the trees, swaying with
the touch of a breeze. As if to send me a sign
to let it go.
I fade into a cloud of smoke
like a ghost no one could see me
a transparent being.
And voiceless I stood in the doorway
desperately trying to be seen or heard.
I faded into oblivion, an old discarded furniture
my time has passed
replaced by a sleek firm distasteful piece of junk.
I faded into oblivion turned forgotten and alone
although tears run down my cheeks
I was left and tossed aside like a broken glass.
Midnight rendezvous up at the attic
your heat met my electricity
and it was an awesome firework
sweeter than Fourth of July