FootstepsHe’d stopped believing
No faith left
Wanting more
Feeling bereft

Her face a vision
Held by the past
A dream that kept revisiting
Although he wanted it past

The drinking didn’t seem to work
For the thoughts they continued
He remembered clearly the hand he’d held
Then ripped apart the sinews

Satellites, just satellites
Was all that he could think
Passing by, never touching
So instead, he would just drink

But the footsteps of the past
They kept on revisiting
His pain was real
His faith was gone
He had given up believing.