Walk in the Park

I walked this path through the park,
every day with her,
silently, without needing a word.
Stillness.

Then she was gone,
a stormcloud passing overhead,
heavy air in her wake.
Listless.

Most days, I stayed home,
but then, I might walk in the park,
and not be with her.
Aloneness.

Weeks went by, and without her near,
the walks in the park meant nothing,
and less than that.
Loneliness.

On what was to be My Last Day,
I walked in the park, and saw you standing
beneath the sky at twilight.
Loveliness.

We talked, we walked, and now
we share the walk in the park at sunset,
a star to light our path.
Togetherness.