Footprints

Empty glasses,traces of wine,
hint of red where touched your lip,
books of poems, lying around,
cufflinks that match your hairclip.

Pancakes with honey,
dozen roses,written card,
candle blown out with birthday wishes,
while you cut the cake,
many stolen kisses.

Clothes flung around,
Glen Miller blaring from the music stand,
disturbed ground with signs of lovers,
leaving footprints on the sand.

Towels left to dry,
under the motionless sky,
they soak from when I tried,
to have your body dried,
futile...for I follow you
to soak again in the blue.