Authored: March 13, 2017

I walked away from you all those months ago
But it was not I who had given up
It was not I who employed silent treatments
Emotionally ridiculed me, told me I was worthless
At the beginning we were lightning bolts
In our very own storm.

What a sight it must have been
Brimstone and fire
Air and water
Lite a match, watch us burn
It was unhealthy and caustic.

For a long time, I heard the echoes of our footsteps
And for a while there, I could make out the differences
Until they merged and faded
And for a moment....
I wondered if you existed.

I walked away from you all those months ago
I only have to look in the mirror
To know you were real
I only need to bleed to know what you left me
I only need to close my eyes, and I will hear
Echoes of Footsteps.

I should of ran from you sooner
The storm is dispersing as time passes
On the external surface if another was to look
The dueling maelstrom would slowly fade
A scar left in return.

And for a moment.
At the very end, the echoes are mine alone
From the pontoon I watch bolts of lightning
I wonder if one of them is you, forever rumbling
Never placated.