I hang up the phone, and I smilingly wait. I’m counting his footsteps with my heart from wherever he’s coming to wherever I am.
I woke up and feel the breezy morning. I’m counting his footsteps freely pacing.
I let go of his hand one night and I counted his footsteps as he walked away.
I stared blankly in the ceiling one cold dawn. I’m wondering if I’ll get to hear those footsteps agan.