The Walk Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

The other day I set my clock,
Then took a walk around the block.
And on this walk I thought of you.
And this is what I thought I'd do.

I'd talk to you like you were there,
And hold your hand though it just be air.
And then together we would skip,
And laugh and run and maybe trip.

Then roll together down the hill,
An awful lot like Jack and Jill.
Then end up in each others arms.
I truly hope my walk is charmed!

If I should die before I wake,
The walk I take is no mistake.
I still will talk to the girl I knew,
Who always, forever, will be you!