No more footprints
On the windshield
On the passenger's side...
Had to clean up the Jeep
To transport a client...
It had probably been at least a year
Since it last got cleaned...
She used to
Put her feet up on the dash
When we went driving...
I didn't keep them there
For any sentimental reasons...
Just pure sloth,
But I'd periodically notice them,
And think that cleaning the windshield
Would be symbolic...
Then another thought would stumble by
Drunkenly,
Starting conversation,
And I'd forget that thought
Until I noticed the dirt
Again...
Now it's a blank slate
Ready for new footprints,
Sneaker prints, or sandal prints...
Another love story erased
Once time had revealed
Its true character...
Another cul-de-sac
With no exit
But the way you came in...
Abandoned houses
In a failed housing complex
Looking like the model towns
Obliterated in White Sands...
Nature always takes over...
Life goes on...
Sometimes flourishing
Once the past has been cleansed,
And emotions
Learn their place...
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