Moving Without Footprints

Am I a ghost? 

I have been in the heart
In hearts
South and north
Yet, I was never there

I have made homes
Fires
Friends
And paths
Yet, I remain traceless

Home has become a circle
Not a box
And where I’ve been
Who I’ve known
Has no memory of me
What I thought was flypaper
Was tissue paper

I am traceless
My things
My boxes
My voice
My footprints
Removed
Never were

Where I laid
Rested
Loved
Danced
Toiled— 
Like a ghost, 

I move without footprints