Walk

Walk

I asked to hold your hand and go for a walk

The only gifts I can offer

Time and a genuine heart

A hope I had

To share some space and feel your thoughts

Good intentions, a warm drink and a few cautious steps together in our dark

Hesitancy and indecision seemed to be the only things filling the cup

Showing up, a choice made by two

Not showing up, the choice made for me and you

Standing alone there becomes but only one option

My time and genuine heart keeping warm in my soul

I take the same cautious steps, as me, as one

Gently walking with an offered extension

Simplicity, wanting to know you over time

Taking a short walk together, holding hands in a park

A moment becomes lost

Option and choice merge as one meeting at now or never

The invitation

Quietly kept in my forever

~Alisa Hutton