Tuesday, 19 April 2016

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 leaned upon

Or a thumbprint 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 2019





wee bobby

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