Footsteps In Your Memory

 The dead only walk
in the dark of your mind
their footsteps are real enough.
They are always there just waiting
for the opportunity to be heard.

Deep in the corners
of your memory and mine
the dead lurk awaiting their time.
A time that may be brief but poignant
a time when you will allow them room.

The dead are there
not hiding but hidden
the mists of time swirl around
creating distance, healing and hope
hope that the dead will guide your steps.

The dead only walk
when held by the living
faded memories that rise again.
Sometimes shrouded with our guilt
but also with fear, hope and remembrance.

©2013