Echoes of footprints retreat in my mind
As you walk towards the life you cannot live
Rainstorms cannot heal these overgrown vines
The sun burned their blooms off; they cannot give
Sweet memories of warmth in ancient summers
Only winter in masks and cold disguised
As free fallen hopes destroyed by others
Who have traveled this road on the outside
Of a chance to reinvent the present
Life or the future that will set us free
But no echo will ripen the descent
Of twisted roots coiled around our feet
I return to the road and search for marks
You had erased long ago in the dark
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