under the weight of my steps
I can smell the promise of Spring
in the clean crispy air of a lazy Friday afternoon.
A short walk…
that is all
with the
warmth of her hand in mine filling my heart with the peace this love brings.
A pause to
look at the Drakes
they mate for
life, you know? Maybe if I close my eyes
I can let myself hope to dream
… one more time.
Another pause
this time to
try to breathe and soak in this feeling inside.
Maybe a picture will capture this pleasure
- a selfish gesture, I know
A few more steps
crossing the bridge over the creek
I get a hug from my dog.
My lover’s eye looking at me through the lens
I look up
I wonder if she can see the hope
maybe today the door will open
to take some of this love from me.
Or maybe next lifetime we’ll be Drakes.
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