There are always footsteps

There are always footsteps

Softly placed

Inaudible whispers

Filtered through dense walls

The groan of old pipes

Complaining about misuse

The ripe smell of life

Collapsing the distance

Between strangers

Pulling them apart faster

Than a fumble on a dancefloor

When the music ends.

There is always laughter

Gorgeously titillating

Raucous and manic

Tearing at reality

Breaking the rules

Tasting defeat

In a moment of surrender

When the light fades

In the eyes of an angel

All is in shadow

Until a clock ticks.

There is always a rebirth

Somewhere a baby cries

Until it is fed

Comfort comes in different guises

The world turns

The sun rises

And one day

Behind closed doors

Where grief has kicked like a mule

Taking the breath away

There is only silence