Walking by your side...

Of the many lil
squirrels scurrying
past us.


The beige, black
birds, twittering
by us.


Amongst the dense

green foliage,
surrounding us.


We chose to walk
this path, one
summer's afternoon.


You held my hand
though, not for long.


Of stolen kisses,
you never took.


Of the surprisingly
gentle-warmth of
the sun on us.


Of the things that
we spoke about.

Of those things,
we did not.


Of being content
just by your
presence by my
side.


I smile now,
as I will later,
always
walking by your side.
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