Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Footprints On A Carpet



Even if it’s only footprints on a carpet
Or blades of grass crushed where I once sat
Or a muddy scar upon a garage wall
Where my hand had leant upon
Or a thumb print on a pane of glass
On that day we talked and talked
Or a smile that made your face light up
When you thought of what I said
Or a note left out to tell you news
Now crushed and thrown away
Or a space that I once stood upon
Now emptier in the absence
Even for just one of those
That I am remembered by - then I’ll be satisfied,
I was here.



bobby stevenson  thoughtcontrol ltd 2012

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