We walked
side by side
as the morning
light warmed
a cold river
and dead leaves
created a blanket
on the trail.

You stopped
and saw
a spider
on a web
in the center.

It hit you
when we were
close enough
to touch it,
much like a truth
that’s always there
strikes you one
day, a fist
out of nowhere.

How many roads
have we
both walked?
How many steps
have we taken?
Where have
they led?