I walked along side the empty sidewalk, Alone as I’ve always been. It didn’t bother me as it might have troubled others. I was used to it time and time again.
The weather that day was cold and grim Just like how I’ve been feeling prior. Since everything seemed to blend, I didn’t realize until the two of us collided.
You were so polite and quickly said, “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Even though that it was clearly my fault. I remember nodding timidly, and lowering my hand to help pick you up. The second you grabbed it was the second my old life melted away.
The next day’s weather was worse, But it no longer matched how i was feeling. We walked, not hand in hand, but side by side. We were both equally as shy and nervous.
How else should have we behaved? The two of us had only met the day before. Yet, even i must admit now, I felt like we could have been more. Perhaps if i said something then we could have been something more.
Soon the sidewalk met the intersection. Which meant that our paths were to come to an end. Even though i traveled alone, I wore a happy grin.
I'm still toying with poems that don't rhyme, and poems that are slightly longer, so oops!