Surrounded by tiny pieces
glass of hope
Shattered all over the floor.
You walked out of the door
And left me with nothing
but your memories.
I went to a café one day
I heard your favorite song being played.
I started to hum the tune
Still inflicted by the footprints
you left behind.
Then I ordered coffee at the counter
“Careful, it’s hot,” the barista said.
As he handed me the cup in front of me
I looked at him while tears
formed in my eyes
You used to tell me the same thing.
But here I am, pulling myself together
Enduring the pain of footprints left by you
When you were gone.
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