I just happened upon love one day
as I was walking by
an old couple holding hands by the slides.
I saw them look up,
and it looked like they remembered
the times they spent together
back when they were younger.
They couldn't skip, jump or run,
but they could smile,
and in their hearts they have traveled miles.

The predicament of love
is you never know when it'll be over.
When you have to stop running,
and start heading back to the starting line again.
But those hands-
The ones held so tightly knew
the roughness of pain and sadness.
They remembered the winds that tried
to pry them apart.
But they held on.
Held on to their hands, and ran.