A little Girl's Footsteps

A little girl's footsteps,
lead to nowhere.
She was here,
she was,
was she?
Where do they lead,
but to nowhere,
nowhere discernable.
I saw her,
dressed in a green dress,
ankle socks,
and little black shoes,
ringlets as gold and as shiny as the sun,
rosy cheeks
and a smile wide,
skipping,
heard her laughter carry through the air,
alone she was,
but she didn't seem to mind,
I saw her I did,
I did see her,
skipping
and laughing—
alone,
so where did she go,
this little girl,
her footsteps—
footsteps,
there,
lead,
lead, to nowhere.