The footprints in my mind.

The footprints are in my mind.

I lay here on my couch. It's old and torn. So I fade away into the back of my mind, but you are nowhere to be found, no matter how hard I try. I can see footprints and shadows from the past, but they don't last. I can hear your voice from a decade ago. But I still can't find you; it was too long ago. Your eyes were the color of Robin eggs, and when you spoke, the silence was broken, and the people would look and stare. Then I woke up. What I saw was your picture on the wall. Now that I have found you, nothing matters anymore but the love we once had. Will always be restored. Till my last teardrop falls and hits the floor.