Footsteps in the Night
My heart pounded
as I heard the footsteps
walking toward me
like a thief in the night.
I stood there, still,
unable to move,
hoping I would make it
to see another day.
“Hello,” he said.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Ten years had passed
since I last saw him.
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Author:
Petra Patrice (
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Comments1
Mysterious this poem speaks of the past but doesn't tell what it is. Nicely written
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