We walked along the sidewalk in the middle of the fall,
our fingers sometimes locking together as they fleetingly brushed.
Mostly they hid in the corners of our arms,
trying to get (and then stay) warm.
Which one of us wanted to walk?
I don't remember, and I don't care.
I was with you, and that made me glad,
even though I totally caught a cold, and you know it.
You pointed to a tree.
I thought you were sad because of the dying leaves,
but you pointed out a squirrel couple chasing each other around the branches,
and you said that in a way that made you seem happy.
Maybe it was silly of me to think I could tell you to do anything,
but I was certain that,
if you didn't kiss me right then,
my heart would melt.