leave a trail 

i would go to the end 

if your footsteps traced 

i find sometimes, 

you’d do the same. 

following the scents of reminiscence  

can’t tell if i’m searching for you  

or digging through the dirt 

in hopes 

prying for the love you gift 

on occasion. 

knowing that i care so deeply, 

you try throwing me off 

scared of what could have been 

and questioning the possibility 

if  we rode the wave 

how does the feeling come and go,  

for you? 

all your silent signs 

of devotion. 

wisped away in the wind, 

just to be brought back in the next storm.