the world was small that afternoon,
your legs arching back and forth,
ripples on the water.
and smaller still your hand in mine,
the leaves brush freely past us.
what's that?
what's this?
this simple thing.
these words i guess i never knew before.
and then
one day you pause.
one day your steps dont follow mine, and mine
can't seem tofit in yours.
another autumn another
windy month,
briskly drying out the color in the trees.
its a sudden day, and yet, its slow
and in a breath the realization settles in,
takes its time,
a breath of yours,
suddenly seperate from my own.
