i can't explain it.

The rise of the morning dew,

The stillness of the walkers few

Her name was Andromeda, 

Not like the constellation she said, 

It has no meaning you're just walking with a friend

We talk about the leaves and the road,

As our feet step here and there 

Going to no where in particular

She'd tilt her head and stare at me

But when I looked at her

To be sure, she was looking forward or elsewhere

I can't explain it.

Looking down at the gravel, our shoes, 

tip tap 

Noting the dark hue of the rising sun

and this, and that

Yet the whole time she was not talking at all but 

Looking straight at my face, I swear

I felt her observing everything there was to observe, 

So I'd glance at her sideways in-between words

To find her again looking forward it was so weird