Jerome

We drifted in and out
of shops and galleries.
Had lunch at the Mile High Cafe.
 
She struggled up
steep streets.
Rested on a short bench
when she needed.

It was a thing she wanted.
Just we two without
complication of others.
Awed by the wide
Verde' Valley.

Savant

"Hold on", she would say, as if
something urgent
had just come into her mind.

"Did you hear that?" and we
                           ...      ..   never did.
Her senses were sharper.
We were tag-alongs.
                       I hated that.