traveling as two

traveling
alone is not as interesting
as traveling
with another,
whether love, or relation,
pointing
at the tower
means more.
that bridge across
the river.
our feet on the cobblestone
is easier
to remember as two.
the taste of food,
the spill of drink
down our
parched throats.
in time, together, it
will bind us,
this road we took,
how the birds filled
the church yard,
how the grey stones
of the dead
were old already
in the ancient graveyard.