Each trace I leave behind
will wisp in the backwash
in the tide of memories.
There will be no sudden apercu
to highlight the reason for my existence.
But I will spend moments
conjuring a cause
some fanciful idea
for walking this world.
Most likely
the greatest reason
will be your footprints
walking next to mine.
I could sense you
in the rain and fog
and could always see
that step with mine
Always as close as a handhold from me.
Always as close as I needed.



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