A Special Love Story

I can see his slim body, bordering on thin
walking beside, noticing, trying not to directly, me.
we're walking together, like twin souls
about to be brought together from across the worlds.
neither of us says a word,
but the unsaid's easier heard;
as he starts walking faster, like this is a race,
I break my stroll and hurry up to keep pace.
until i realise i'm not just trying to walk beside,
but get ahead - just like he tried.
we're walking, together still, but sweating beneath the strain
of trying to get ahead, and stay in line, and get ahead again.
he lets out a little gasp, but he's smiling now,
and i'm smiling too as we walk together with no one in tow.
who would've thought that two souls ever could
love each other like i knew we would?
with neither in front and none behind
with no slowing down, and no being left behind

this would be the perfect example of perfect love
lifetimes spent fighting , and still supporting each other.
we're still walking now, but our paces have slowed,
together, and our hands touch and meet as we remember
lifetimes of having fought and supported and infinitely loved.