She walked down the road
In the middle of “everywhere”.
With the wind ruffling through her skirt
And wild flowers stomped beneath her feet.
Her hair twisted around her little finger
Along with his heart.
Of the one who had walked by her side
For an eternity.
His one hand carrying the luggage
And other clutching his heart.
His world was what she saw
And his “everywhere” where she walked.
Silences were made
To be filled by her words.
and her pauses were
meant to be filled by his voice.
The companion in their travel
Was the transient fluttering image
Of his arms entwined in hers
And her laughter weaving
A dream in his eyes.
What this image was to them?
That gave them courage to take one more step.
That made every loss bearable.
Or a reality of their hearts?
An old silly idea of romance
That found no place in this world
Maybe found a place in theirs.