Footsteps

You walked
out of my life just about as quickly
as you walked in.
You left footsteps.
Concrete has dried around them and
it looks like they're here to stay.

When you touched me,
with words you soaked in passion,
with gentle hands,
you left traces of desire.

When you struck me,
with your harsh intentions,
with your comments like daggers aimed at my core,
you left scars.

You trampled my insides.
Roadkill, raw and
open wide.
You walked all over me
and you left footsteps all over my body.