A Poem I Half Remember

I remember reading a poem on the bus wall in 2006 by Andy Weaver called Rembrandt. I loved it so much that I attempted to memorize it and these past two nights I've been having pieces of it floating around in my consciousness.
"She saved me from my lonely walk,"
"I think her footprints are clever forgeries,"
"my knees are worn out from thinking about her"
"one more misstep and I would have dissolved into a thousand wriggling pieces."

Just so you know - I think your footprints are clever forgeries!