Through blurry eyes
and lush tree branches
I'm walking quickly
barely keeping up.
His whimper is quiet,
but I hear it clearly;
I want to stop here
and hold him all night.
In our fast pace
of a thousand steps
he stops...
I only delay to let him light it;
I know he will be by my side soon,
winds and drags floating into night.
I know this story well.
I know he will be okay soon.
The only uncertanty here
is how many steps I will have to delay
until he feels better.