We used to do this all the time
I’d knock on your door
Hear the creak in the steps just before
Your hand played the handle’s rhyme
This sunny afternoon in our august
Our lives were together
Yet the cavernous weather
Had begun to take notice of our lust
We always played the horizon
I watched you today walk ahead
Our cove in the midst of summer’s dead
Leaves, dying grass fields now reason
I reached our special spot and you were gone
I whispered with a smile and knew
Our lives were now not nearly new
I looked and noticed you walking further alone
For today my heart began to pump my chest
As seeing your distance indicated
The walk was more telling, dated
I was looking at our lives at a certain crest
Walking the incline to find you in the park
Finally seeing you walking the steps
Of the grandstands still alone I wept
Knowing we were now hearing the evening lark
Our august of loss had arrived with little fanfare
I looked in your eyes and knew I was no longer fair
