You speak

and oh! the breeze in the air, a gentle rustle, the calm,

we walk a few steps, together

thats all we do, we can do
and beyond that

the rogue wind, the smell, the remembrance, pangs, and the unknown, beckoning
keeps me going
but only a few steps, and no more

for after those few steps,
a void, a reverie, a regret, and you

I stop,
I can’t help but look back at you…

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