Her Footprint

I recall, 
With a blush vividness, 
That footprint you left 
When we linked arms 
And stepped into the world 
As one.  
It was light, 
Yet firmer than  
Iron resolve. 
We could call it a stamp, 
The way it gracefully 
Placed the final touch 
To our passion. 
It carried our story 
In its shape, 
Its depth, 
Its existence. 
It spoke of every agony, 
Sorrow, 
Tragedy, 
Yet triumph 
We found ourselves within 
Whilst looking 
For our pieces 
In the palms 
of each other.  
It told of how 
Time came with a smile, 
For us to discard 
Our separation  
And place the pieces 
All into one. 
Yes, I still recall it. 
In the mind, 
In the heart, 
In the very core 
Of my most humble being, 
I still feel  
The footprint, 
And I marvel  
At the weight  
Of it 
And that is enough 
To draw the weeping. 
I love you.