Here you are, there you go,
where you went, went,
went so far away
Footsteps left in snow, melt away
Gone. Lost. Evaporate away
Now in clouds, dark, gray, barren
skies that cry what remains
of you, of who you were,
of memories lost in snow, that day,
stay until the trees sway, sway,
sway in the wind that whips while
your footprints fall from the sky
falling back, on my mack, coming
back to me. All of you, all of us,
all our memories.
Published by Aaron Michael Lynn
I am a marketing consultant and aspiring writer, with a major in English and a minor in history. I have been writing poetry consistently since my senior year of high school and have since published three poetry books and three novels. I have also written several songs and a few short stories. I also wrote and published a trilogy of novels, my Troika book series. I am currently working on a large-scale multi-book fantasy series that I am very excited about! Writing is a part of my every day, and I would have trouble finding meaning or the will to keep going without it.
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