Leaving Traces

Don’t think you are never seen, dear friend,

You leave a trace wherever you wander -

A smile, a laugh, a hope.

Don’t think you are never heard, my pal

There is always someone listening -

A song, a word, a joke.

Don’t think you are ever forgotten, old friend,

For when we passed each other

In that briefest of time,

You left a piece of you with me

That I'll carry wherever I go.

bobby stevenson 2013
thoughtcontrol ltd