The Tracker

Written by: Mike Walsh

The singing line 
that held me to you broke.
You slipped away 
on little feet,
a valley formed.

And in the prints and dust,
I searched along the old tracks.

I saw you as I made you up,
into the form that I desired.

I found your ice white body 
near the shore
then in despair
I carried you until we fell
into the warm light air.