Fading Footsteps

when i turn to see your face
in imprints left behind 
foreign shapes of shallow depth
sow shifting rifts through time
false impressions follow paths
alluding truths unknown
straying from our trail of tears
to find me here, alone
as stone erodes 'neath gushing stream
all that stood to endure
would crumble fast to fill the cracks
of figments now obscured
languishing in hope abandoned
lost in reverie
vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad journey in your words.
"vanquished, all but one memento
burning on my sleeve"
Fading footsteps become more painful with time apart and separation. Thank you Max for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote