your footprints lay in the corner of my eye
that sweet, forgotten place.
your shoes are on the wrong feet.

the dragging silence between songs is populated
only by your laugh,
it echoes through into the verse and chorus.

you’re trespassing as easily unto me
as if I were an abandoned railway line
it’s been too long, your presence is welcomed

and as these words greet paper
you are forever indistinguishable from the ink,
until tomorrow arrives.