footfalls

maybe ancient boards creaking

perchance tin roof dancing with heat

could sound be improbable

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strides

path murmuring sibilant whisperings

perhaps only dying wind

possibly skittering autumn leaves

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hoofbeats

mayhap barn siding thrummed by storm

could tread be boom box pummeling ground

where have my companions gone

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footfall, strides, hoofbeats

once brought assurance

sound welling up from ground

tethering mind to memory

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steps disappear with each passing moment

carrying longings

aching desires

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where have you wandered

my friends

where have you gone

your hearts lost around yonder bend

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