And no one will mourn
or ask where I have gone
There will be no mysteries
to be read
in the footsteps
I leave behind
in the snow
clues in a mystery
leave them be
When the sun rises and you wake
a dream, half-forgotten
a person, who you knew
who once left
footsteps
in the snow
Wonder quietly
Keep your theories
They are all wrong
They are all unwanted
Did you hear about the girl
who floated, so high
like a snowflake
on a whispered breeze
I
hear
she
never
touched
the
ground
again.
Alexandra Grunberg is a Glasgow based poet, author, and screenwriter. Her poetry has appeared in Honey & Lime, Red Eft Review, and From Glasgow to Saturn. She enjoys obsessing over fictional supernatural villains, hillwalking to isolated locations, and towns that are more character than setting.
photo by Jp Valery (via unsplash)
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