by Jessy Hudson

Created on: September 26, 2009

Footsteps

"I love them until boredom sets in,"
you told me over lunch on that cold afternoon.

The snow had fallen, and despite the temperature
you were overjoyed with the footsteps that followed you,
momentary but digging in just far enough to leave a mark.

"Of course, you're the only one I can be with forever.
You don't love me any less, no matter what I do."
And I listened and wondered if you could still see my scars.

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