In the sweat choked heat of mid-July,
we journeyed down
this road near your house,
following each bend and curve.
We didn’t always need to fill
the silence between us (the presence
was enough).
My mind jumped forward,
jolting me into this fuzzy future,
(one I’m even uncertain of)
this future with you and I
walking down a road such as that
with a stroller,
a leash with the dog,
by ourselves,
in the day,
at night,
during any season.
I looked to you then,
but you kept your eyes on the path
ahead, always keeping watch,
your silhouette painted against the
fading
light
(It was one of those moments
where
I knew
for certain).