this is why I avoid walking on sand
so there will be no left footprints to trace.
I avoid when I stretched the helping hand,
forget when the reverse was not the case.
whatever we were, I do not recall
for all the long stories that her face told,
we ever being in love doesn’t hit the wall,
she couldn’t have afforded all that I sold.
the leaves that already fell from this tree
have dried and are lost in the moving air,
from growing leaves, this tree may not be free,
allowing new ones to bloom is just fair.
if you still want more pages to this book,
come back, return all the love that you took.