Prints made by feet

I listen
for footsteps
His footsteps, as he
opens the door
removes his shoes and jacket
stretches his back
kisses me
Hello

I listen
for the other footsteps
the other's footsteps, as he
kisses me
Hello
discarding clothes
like leaves
along the way

I listen
for the last footsteps
for his boots on the floor
for the rustling of a long coat
and a kiss
that will never happen