Neighbours

Photo by Lubo Minar on Unsplash

I stand next to you

As we take our daily stroll 

In the quiet unspoken comfort

Of conversations of the soul

The heady magnolia scent

Wafts through the Pine;

This is our daily pause,

Our sojourn, yours and mine.

We are neighbors now that I live

On the street where you stay;

Only, it is my tomorrow,

And, it is your yesterday.