footprints

weary,
you decide
to go away for awhile.
get out of town.
you start
erasing yourself
piece by piece,
an arm, then legs,
torso,
leaving
the head for
last. slowly
you disappear
into the blue,
even your voice
is gone. soon
there is nothing
left of you
but the footprints
from your
boots,
here and there,
and even they will
soon fade.