I walked with you down the bright city streets.
It meant so much more than walking alone.
Could it have been any better? Probably so.
But that kind of perfection I don't care to know.
We are terribly flawed people but when we walked side by side
the deepest imperfection seemed alright.
No one could touch us or cramp our style.
We had fearless stride.

Those steps taken, no matter how few
are the best memories of me and you.
And now that you're gone I must walk alone.
I miss the simplest thing, walking with you.
For that I bemoan.
If given the chance I'd tread the longest mile,
be in rain or snow. Just to find you, be near you and
walk with you once more.