Unity

I walk the street where we first held hands.
The moon glows with its ever-charming light.
So slowly, I walk where you walked
to listen to the critters' nightly serenade
and breathe April's cold air into my lungs.

The symphony of sounds in this street,
the multi-colored landscape we so adore
and the restless thoughts in my head
scattered like the wistful, jealous stars above,
all converge to echo your name.