We'll remember this she said.
He wondered why and asked.
She smiled and pushed her hair
over her ear, that unconscious gesture
which for some crazy reason had
squeezed his heart the first time he saw
her do it years before. They walked, silent.
The trail through the woods opened
to the view they both enjoyed,
a panorama of the valley below
where a row of sycamores
stood guard over the creek
that snaked across the valley floor.
They stopped there as they so often did.
Why he asked again. When she turned
her face to his, her tears surprised him.
But I thought you were happy
he wanted to say and almost did.
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