the Walk

A beautiful walk

hand in hand

despite its detectable lack of grace

and the ever changing pace.

You run ahead

always returning

feet shuffling

sheepish grin

chin up.

I tend to stumble

and mumble

under my breath

regaining my step

Staring squarely

into your eyes

I always reclaim

your hand.




Basking in the sunlight

dancing under the moonlight

and passing through the shadows

knowing the darkness

is always fleeting.


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