Footprints: Poem

He walked into my life in a course of hours, days, months, years, and didn’t leave. He was my sunrise over the blue ocean, and then the happiness in the darkening sunset. I tried hard not to fall in love with him.
But not hard enough.
But now I know he is gone.
And all I have left are footprints.
Footprints of him walking all over my heart.

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