Side by side,

we layer colors over the blank space.

Even without words,

somehow, I know

our future is promised.

We may clash from time to time,

but things are different now—

these quiet, gentle days.

As I begin to walk,

the leaves and grasses softly rustle,

and the autumn wind

quietly passes through.

Before long,

winter will come.

The breeze should feel comforting,

and yet—

with my back to you,

I don’t know why,

a tear runs down my cheek.