Lightfoot

I more often strained to sense
rather than see them
so great was your
lightfooted care
sometimes yet I think
you'd have been happiest
if you could have left
no footsteps at all
in groundbound emotion's
thin grit
best pleased
if you could have walked
in invisible grace
imperceptibly
above the earth
entirely avoiding
impressions behind you
attracting only
scintillas of attention
in passing
but for a green glance
from your sudden eyes.
But you knew, didn't you?
For all the careful craft
we both saw
employed to blur your trail
it was those that burned
decades deep
those that left the
great impression
branded on me.