still life

in the mid-day hush

unmeasured steps sound sharp

against the old stone walls

down wall-to-wall streets

empty

quieted

with the afternoon’s retreat

such solace here

in the daily lull

in the whispering breeze

in the shutters closed

and the silence within

haunting the village

while most in repose

knocks and creaks

sole company sought

midst aromas entwined

with unquiet thoughts

smoky

savory

sweet

give comfort when the mind is weak

none but a pensive cat upon a wall

will fix its eyes upon the passing

until a corner turned

intruders in this still life

begin fading

walks with you

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