white string’s

the road i once took
with two sets of footprints
the air i breathed
went still
the way i wanted it to be

going back properly
there are footprints surrounding
the path once taken
amused and confused
tracing them back
they were mine

unknowingly i wandered back
to look
to see
of why the ending could not be
according to the script i wrote
which junction
we started to take different directions

what is this called?
lingering at the same old place
again and again

your footprints are fading with times
with mine
times
and the change of wind
footprints on sand

i couldn’t find when we got seperated
and why i’m still lost
at that place
a sense of
wanting it to be different

i can smile now
after this long