Several days a month you made 

The mile to my house, 

And had me do a stroll with you. 



Far below a furry moon 

Our purposes crossed 

The weird divide 

Between our kinds 



The silver leaves of ailing trees 

Took flights as we passed so long ago 

But a short time i know. 



It pleases me this memory 

Has swollen up with age. 

Even time can do 

Good things to you.