If you would have stayed

Long enough to mark

All the Sundays in a month

We’d have strolled in the park

Then we’d weave our way

Down memory lane to the pond

Holding hands and skipping rocks

Warming hearts with trippy talks

Chasing geese then running away

Racing like kids—it’s us—child’s play

Carving initials in our favorite tree

Drizzling, we make for the canopy

Staring, gazing, sighing we see

Nose to nose, the way it should be