After writing an entry on walking alone, I followed it up with another writing for the guy I was seeing at the time:
As soon as we step outside, he reaches for my hand
Whether its just a walk up the street or a stroll in town
It’s a small sweet gesture that announces to the world
For I am with him and he is with me.
Moments like these I have come to love
“Shall we catch the bus”, he says
“Why wait”, I say “when we can just walk!”
The sun could be shining or the wind might be blowing
As we walk through the leaves strewn across the path
And under the moonlit sky we search for the stars
There’s nowhere I’d rather be than walking
Hand in hand with the one I love.