Fork

We walked the wooded road
alone, together
 rapids of shavers fork
gurgling in the background of
late afternoon sun,
she held my arm,
pulling on my shirt like always
like the last seven years always
walking in mountain silence
               we talked
we moved into the future slowly
the sun shone on her face
& I tried to look out
beyond the trees &
really see the forest aging, changing
and she kissed my arm absently
our feet ground eternity into dust
leaving no trace.