Every night, they walk together.
Her on the inside, habitually pampering his need to safeguard. Arms propelling body and words.
Him, head bowed in devoted concentration, cherishing each act of the new drama.
Continuing their promenade through life. Step by synchronised step.
Hands in pockets. Steps close to the road as before. Pace less urgent.
Head bowed.
Listening to the chasm for lost echoes.

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