The Silent Hunt for Noise 

Let the light snowflakes
cover the deep, muddy footsteps
behind me.

The indentations
leave
moist, brown colored rocks
in-between the crevices of my shoes.

They’re carrying, carrying as far as they’ll go;
Simply holding on to the unknown,
tight pressures of black.
Both hoping, just hoping
the sunlight will come back.

Smothered
and laying on its back,
the rock, having never moved
trekked a great distance
to the sight,
the place where I visit you,
now laying in the same manner.

Sometimes
when the sunlight returns
we’d prefer it to stay black.

Waiting, just waiting
for those footsteps to return;
with you walking back.

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