Footprints

At night, when i walk along the shore,
i imagine two sets of footprints on the floor,
one mine and one were hers.
i imagine us living between the same pair of walls,
but who knew they would suffer falls,
its was neither her nor me,
who was hurt by them,
it was our trust which broke like a stem,
the footprints then slowly disappeared,
life rapidly appeared weird,
now i stand alone on the shore,
as she left me with all alone and sore.