footsteps

do I play the smallest part?

footprints left inside your heart 

is there any room for me? 

there, inside of you 

was there once "what could have been?" 

when you see me once again 

I think it's more the other way 

out of sight, out of mind 

forbidden fruit that's always in season 

illicit thoughts there ripe and pleasing 

oozing juices that are sweet 

that is the stuff of many dreams 

did I play the smallest part? 

minuscule footsteps in your heart 

was there ever room for me? 

there, inside your heart

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License