A Fall Stroll

Today was
fairly ordinary,
except for
those fifteen,
maybe less—
perhaps ten
minutes where
you walked
with me.

It was
one of
those fall
days that
are given
scarcely, thus
cherished deeply--
A cornucopia
of colors,

thick with
left-over summer
heat and
dashes of
physical yearning—
at least
on my
part, I’m
most sure.

Though your
steps were
larger, and
quicker than
mine. I
kept pace
to be
near. And
so nice—

it was
when my
hand grazed
yours— I
will always
wonder if
you felt
it also.
And then—

you bought
me a
cup of
coffee, black,
our commonality,
and we
quickly strolled
back, passing
a Labrador.

Not much
else was
said, and
we parted,
not even
mentioning goodbye.
If only
I could
mutter more.