what would I do
without walks with you
where would I be
without you next to me
each step we take
leaves in its wake
the darkness
daily haunting
each fragrant flower
each passing hour
in silence
no words wanting
the air smells sweet
but can’t compete
with walking by your side
the roads are long
stone walls so strong
but not like you and I
when my mood’s black
aches in my back
i take your hand in mine
and head out down
some well-worn path
to find myself again
where would i be
sans you and me
putting miles upon our feet
wondering
wandering
quietly thundering
with you at my side
i’m complete
Dog-eared Stories by anne celano frohna 