Tracks in early morning dew
Your four, to my two.
We run, you in front, no care,
Me behind. Just there.
You don’t need to look back to see
Where I am. You know me,
Hear me when I call you back
Know the things I often lack,
A touch, a voice, someone to be with
Nothing to take, only things to give.
What better love is there than this
Glossy black, requited bliss?