FOOTSTEPS
I hear footsteps
from the floor above me ….
I hear footsteps
coming down the corridor
and soon from around the corner ….
I hear footsteps ….
Some I recognize ….
Some I’m wonder, “Whose!”
Some footsteps changed my life.
Some footsteps are no longer heard.
Does anyone wait for my footsteps?
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2018
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