:: in march ::

we came and went quietly
tiptoed seperately, then together
we rippled our way into conversations
bubbling with scandal then subdued
in the same breath
we were of no great concern
to anyone but ourselves
hushed voices and forward eyes
we let the warming weather guide us
nearer to a place where
we weren't so alone
our steps hardly touched
wherever we walked- the field,
the woods, the path
our breath ened in the air before our faces-
the words spoken in each
seemed to run off before us laughing
but they must have fallen, somewhere
we never saw them