I see ghosts of footsteps all over my world,
my mind palace
is haunted by them
and the words spoken with every tread.
Stamped into my core
so I can never forget them.
The footsteps are all different sizes
and some voices I refuse to listen to.
But there is one I love to recall,
and it is the same one
which leaves new ghosts everyday
with words more energetic and meandering than the last.
Every so often, I will etch
a line it has spoken
into my breath cloud,
a reminder to you that what you say
will always stay with me.
Treeshallow Musings 