Step after step the ground unfolds beneath us,
a rhythm not spoken but understood,
like the tide drawn to the pull of the moon,
or the way your presence pulls me closer
without a word.

Your shadow stretches beside mine,
sometimes ahead,sometimes behind,
but always tethered to me
by something softer than gravity,
stronger than distance.

We do not need to speak;
the silence hums with its own warmth,
filled with the echoes of heartbeats
falling into the same gentle pattern,
as if they've always know the way.

The road curves,dips,rises--
but with your hand brushing close to mine,
even the uneven ground feels steady,
as if the world shifts slightly
just to keep us side by side.

Not a race,not a chase,
just the quiet grace of parallel hearts,
feet finding rhythm,
breath finding peace,
in the simple,sacred act
of walking with you.