Footsteps whisper
Upon gliding words
Interwined
Within worlds
Inbetween
Past and gone
Reoccurring
Shadows long.
A bitter taste
Upon the tongue
Old wounds open
A burning sun
Etched in memories
Some bitter
Some sweet
Echo to the dirty street.
Kisses wanton
Which flew on air
A figure stood
At my door
A step to climb
To enter in
A solemn dream
Held within.