Friend

I am remembering a walk
A walk on the winding path
That leads gently to the sea
The soft padding of other feet
Lingering in my minds ear
It is the memory of that sound
My friend, my true blue
That stands out beyond
The washing rush of the tide,
The heavy smell of sage and salt,
The calm horizion's lazy sunset
Trodding back to the car
Pad, pad, thud, thud
And I am not alone
This sound in the foreground
Of my mind's re-painting of our walk
Shaping the comfortable
Recent past, Pad, pad, thud, thud