After reading several blogs about taking walks together, I was reminded of this poem that I penned years ago. This was inspired, by the walks Michelle and I would take along a dirt road in the country.

The Walk

“May I walk with you tonight my love, along this road of life.”

“Yes”, he said. And held her close, and felt her heart that night.

“May I hold onto your hand my love, as we walk this road tonight?”

“Yes”, you may, Is what he’d say, and squeeze her hand just right.

The moonlight fell to earth so soft, and onward they would walk.

She’d speak of things that she had done, and he’d listen to her talk.

On and on, side by side, they’d walk for hours on end.

And then he’d stop, look in her eyes, and listen to the wind…

And say

“May I walk with you tonight my love, along this road of life?” 

“May I tell you of the things I feel, while I hold you here tonight.”

“Yes, you may”, is what she’d say. Then she’d kiss him on the cheek.

Then they’d turn and start to walk, she’d listen to him speak.

Things of heart, and things of life, they shared along that road.

And in their hearts there always beat, a love as pure as gold.

While walking along the road one night, she stopped and turned to him…

And looked into his loving eyes, then tightly clung to him.

She whispered,

“Will you think of me, when I’m not near, will you miss me when I’m gone…

Will you remember us, and think of love, when you walk this road alone”.

For moments, he was silent, she wished that he would speak.

 Then he held her closer still, and kissed her on the cheek.

He said,

“How can I step, how can I breathe, without a thought of you,

for every step along this road, I’ve made because of you”.

“If I should pass on from this Earth, I want for you to know.

As long as you remember us, you’ll never walk alone”.

R Walker August 1997