Walking together
Our favorite walking trail
You called it Timbuktoo
We walked there quite often
Hand in hand swinging
Hearts linked with laughter
(Or so I thought)
When I was tired you always
Urged me on…..
Today I walk in the green glade
Listening to Sinatra on my ipod
People walk in twos and threes
Babies asleep on strollers
Dogs in assorted sizes and shapes
Jaunty bikers and merry skaters
Their eyes searching me….
For you
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