I cannot now recall the parting of the ways
The point at which I stopped placing my feet
So neatly in the prints you left
In the snow of my city winter

Yet, as I walk down my chosen alleyway
You are in every echo
Of every footstep
From behind and in front
And so, in our ongoing dance
I do not know when I lead
And when I follow

Copyright A J Phillips 2015

[Published in A Taste for Literature, Belper Writer’s Group Anthology 2010]