It’s just you and me,

hand in hand.

One enveloping the other.

Your two steps to my one.

Your shadow hidden within mine.

Through the grass we make our way;

patches of dry, crisped,

by the afternoon sun.

Hiding our movements,

until patches of dewy wetness appear,

hidden in the shadows,

where the sun doesn’t reach,

suddenly reveal the direction,

we’re headed for now,

providing a brief awakening that we are here.

Giving time a chance, a pause,

to quietly erase,

the moments of silence.

Silence broken with a question,

followed by a hasty answer,

then a return to quiet.

We aren’t going in any particular direction.

Any sense of purpose was lost long ago.

Finally, our pace quickens,

the need to reach our chosen stop,

interrupts us, again,

before darkness falls.

It’s then, I realize all too quickly,

there is no retort to my footfalls,

just a subtle breeze that swirls around,

and through my empty arms,

as I turn towards home.