Footsteps

He madly scrambles inside his head,
Searching for the letters,
Piecing them together
Haphazardly;
Puzzle pieces that refuse to fit.
He tries to form out the words
To make her stay.
He speaks them out
And they sound wrong.
He tries again
And again
And the sound of her footsteps
Receding
Echoes in his head.
The words spill from him
Through his eyes
Through his sobs
But they sound so wrong
And the sound
Of her footsteps
Continue to reverberate
In him
Long after she’s gone.