These nights alone
these hours of silence
I see her short steps
her contained grace.
The lilt of lifted weight
in her movement.
I see the little girl I never knew
in the woman I’ve known
my whole life.
Taking long measured strides
I struggle to keep up
to the casual ease of her pace.
Inexorable
pushing on.
I watch her retreating form.
Too winded to cry out
I remain
silent.