-Footsteps-

I stand at the corridor
and I stare into space.
It's not him I'm looking at,
not her as well.
I'm looking at you,
from the pieces of my memory.
I can feel the wind, I hear the footsteps, I hear my thoughts.
I see you, and I smile.
All of a sudden,
the sound of the footsteps stops next to me.
No longer can I feel the wind or hear my thoughts
as I listen to the beatings of my own heart.
I look at you, and I smile.


-Lii
4.07pm (19/02/09)