Each footstep leaves a footprint. I''m walking away and you''re behind me. I won''t turn around this time. Your cold breath and eyes are in my head. The memories swirling. Your lips forming the goodbye. My coat is tight, in the winter cold. Each snowflake touching the ground, In silence then blending with the already fallen snow. Freezing by the touch. I turn around, against my will. And find no one there.
"When you turn around, you''ll find one thing missing, the will to keep on walking." -Cuppycake.(: