Knowing the end soon nears, we take our time.
A silence masked through the joy of others, this walk was at one point peaceful, linking arms, conversing, making the journey a blinks worth of travel
Tonight he strums.
Tone deaf we do not sway, heads straight no acknowledgement, it seems we are up in the clouds where we still find no solution.
This, cannot be happening.
Waiting for the plug to be pulled, wake me from this dream.
The river sparkles at night, carrying memories of our walks across the bridge, but not forgetting the moments that were unique.
The journey ends, we embrace.