Footprints On A Carpet

Even if it’s only footprints on a carpet

Or blades of grass crushed where I once sat

Or a muddy scar upon a garage wall

Where my hand had leant upon

Or a thumb print on a pane of glass

On that day we talked and talked

Or a smile that made your face light up

When you thought of what I said

Or a note left out to tell you news

Now crushed and thrown away

Or a space that I once stood upon

Now emptier in the absence

Even for just one of those

That I am remembered by - then I’ll be satisfied,
I was here.



bobby stevenson  thoughtcontrol ltd 2012