backlit, busy and focused
moving forward
back turned
not leaving us behind
but not staying
go on
find your way
no surprise
years turn into seconds
embraces turn familiar faces
into rivers of tears
such a small bag
holds everything
go now, march uphill
I'll be on my way down
suddenly walking in opposite directions
I still can't help but smile
gone
but not forever
until then, leaves will fall
and snow may come
footprints once again
pointing towards home
September 28, 2005
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