our walk

Our Walk

I liked our walk,
It was nice,
It was slow,
Something I’m not used too,
Usually sprinting,
Sometimes even running.

But our walk was refreshing,
Slow,
Yet had momentum,
Some might say it was too slow,
But I enjoyed it,
It was calm,
Peaceful.

Then something happened,
Something changed for you,
And you let go,
No longer holding my hand,
Leaving me to walk alone.

And as I do,
I still think of you,
Our walk,
It was nice,
Short lived,
But nice.

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