Distances Covered By A Step

Empty hallways,
ghosts on a wine cellar,
perennial and rustic
like memories and wisteria vines.

I've listened to despair two minutes ago,
his voice was warm --
the kind of warmth that's embroiled
in solitude and dandelion wine...

It rains,
footsteps,
It's stopped raining,
footsteps...

Is there a way to forget
the sounds of your footsteps?