A Very Large Book

Footprints on the floor trace paths where
Our lips met and our hands touched
And your voice gently whispered in my ear.

Where our white knuckles and our clenched teeth
Made castles on islands with large moats and watch dogs.

Where a thousand tears soaked into the fabrics
That sheltered and consoled when
Our arms were unable to provide warmth.

Footprints on the floor indications of
Where we loved and fought and laughed and fell and struggled and, and, and….