traces of him…

it's been his soul passing through the others

i think
it's been his soul
passing through the others…
leaving traces of him,
of these memories we’ve yet to live,
leaving breadcrumbs to him
in the ones who were
just lessons,
it’s been breadcrumbs to home…
all of it guiding me as i grow.

– butterflies rising

it's been his soul passing through the others