"Footsteps"

@Uootem

footsteps remembered everywhere I go
    marked in the dew laden clover fields of spring
          and the changing sands of a summer's beach
              heard in the rustle of autumn's leaves
                  and seen in the freshly fallen winter's snow.

everywhere the memory of the pathways we once shared
    when we walked together hand in hand
          with so much promise of love that would last forever
              footsteps trod when you were here with me
                    but when I turn around to find you, no one is there.

i hear your sweet whispers in the gentle wind
    but when I listen closely nothing is heard
          i feel your presence all around me
              but when I reach to touch you there is no one there
                    why did our time of love have to so suddenly end?