Listening For Footsteps
My heart stops.
Yet, I don't miss a beat--
the tick-tock of time,
the tick-tock of loss.
Footsteps' electric language
Tells a tale of unrequited love--
igniting a hope and a prayer
that they will return someday.
Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
--homage to C.S. Lewis
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2012
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