Walk

By now you must have realised,

That I often walk,

Staring at the skies at night,

So, when I stumble on a stone,

I find you holding out,

Your hand in the dark,

Catching me without a second thought,

I pause but smile,

Seeing it's you,

Breathing in your scent,

That now lingers on me too,

As we walk again in the dark night,

Me staring at the sky,

And you holding on to me tonight.