We hugged the shadows at the edge
Between the field and trees;
I know we’d started quarreling
And reached extreme unease

She sat upon a stump or log
And sadly looked away;
The fall had washed the colors clean,
And gray had turned the day

I looked at her in silence, and
I could not bear the sight:
I wouldn’t have her suffer so,
It just did not feel right

So I said I was sorry, that
I knew that I was wrong;
She brightened up a bit as we
Continued there, along

The edge between the forest
And the stretch of open fields;
For sometimes progress stops, until
One or the other


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