if you asked me to walk with you. i would. we could talk about how life is so interesting and no matter how much we plan, things happen. and some things we plan on happening, don't.
we could skip down the leaf covered path together. hand in hand. and jump over the little spot where the pond water always visits. even though it's not welcomed there.
i know the sun will be shinning. perfectly. and the warmth of it will make us tired. eventually we'll sit with our shoes off and ask each other what we believe love really is. and even when our opinions and ideas teeter on the brink of different, we'll nod our heads in sweet understanding and approval of each other.
when the cool breeze makes us raise our shoulders up while we wrap our arms around ourselves, we'll walk briskly back to where we started. and you'll ask "what time do you have" and i'll smile sheepishly knowing you don't really want the answer.
when the moon disappears
tomorrow is here again and then again and then again
i'll remember that walk
if you asked me to walk with you