The memory of footsteps

I can still hear those footsteps.
A steady rhythm.

The rhythm of your shoes
And the melody of her heels
Each time they met the surface
I felt a knife in my heart
As each footstep rang out
The knife twisted

I can still hear the voices
I can still see the smile on your face

Totally oblivious
To the blood that poured out of my soul

That hit me to the core

I tried
I tried to reason with myself
I tried to be thoughtful about it
And understand that I shouldn’t feel like that

But the pain seared straight through my flesh
I saw my skin rip apart and felt my bones break
My heart fell out and landed
Directly beneath the next step you took.

It was then that you danced
It was then that I heard the laughter ring out
And I felt a rejoice

I was frozen
I couldn’t move anymore
I couldn’t feel anymore

In that instant, I stopped
I stopped being the person I was
And I cried tears that didn’t fall

Over you

There are no longer any knives
But the twisting continues
The blood continues to flow
I still hear you smiling
To the rhythmic beat of your feet on the ground
With every beat of your every footstep
It courses through my body
And I feel it somewhere deep inside

I still cry tears over you