No Longer

I stopped, yesterday
and have stopped ever since,

in this forest
of your tracks
your shoeprints

They are but now discontinued
Only your sneakers remain,
the green ones
amongst the brownness of leaves

without you, your feet in them
their soles barely touch the ground

I’ve kept your memory
through the faces of those prints,
Changing moods as you go,

sharp and deep in cool afternoons
of rain
light and faint as filtered sun
in warm dry mornings

There are none of those faces
to follow now
new ones,
mark a different path
But they are

no longer

And I,

with a foot
in a pause,

no longer

take another step.