The silent footsteps you left

Metamorphized into a theft 

Of my beating strength

The distance and the length 

That you crafted

Often smarted 

In places unknown 

In places forlorn 

For I don’t know,

Where you went 

For I don’t see

Your shadowy 

Heart on the sill

Of my window as I will 

Have done 

Silent footsteps, you left

Forever to stride ahead you set 

My beating strength is numb 

From the panicked thumping of missing you

From the perspiration of losing you 

For your silent footsteps silenced my heart

Silenced by the distance as we plummeted apart

// This poem has been penned by 13-year-old Pritika Bhatt and has been chosen for publication on our website from the weekly submissions //