Weathered Footings

When I am gone into those distant lands
will you ever think of me and smile
at the memory of our walking hand-
in-hand into the river? All the while
the suffering we did; the hardships and
the times (though few) of plenty left behind
like slippers on a summer day when bands
of light and dark lie on the grass. But mind
you look and take a careful step or two
into the future we had planned so long
ago when two became a clan and you
were working to a vision; nay, a song
of love in leather. Now that I am gone
who else will be your rock; your number one?