Walk With Me

When the clouds roll in

and the air smells like rain

like metal and soil remembering water,

walk with me.

hold my hand

as we navigate the silence.

when I step on stage

to shake the dean's hand at graduation,

walk with me .

lift my chin high

and let your pride move through me .

when the days grow long

and my reservoir runs dry,

walk with me.

Walk with me

even when

words dissolve to memory

for we understand

without words

in the quiet that holds us both .

because when I walk

I walk with you

by choice

by design,

by the invisible thread

that keeps you here