Hike

Early days
The earliest days
In so many years
For me to be feeling
So weak at the knees

Don't want to crease
The weave of our thread
With trivial worries
Hot off the press
Thoughts that you might be
Not as impressed
As I am with you
Because you forget
Things that you said
It fills me with dread

This in my mind
At the foot of a hill
With you at my side
I need to believe
You have your supplies
To tackle the climb
I know I bought mine
To share them with you
When trouble sets in
That's what I will do
To keep you from harm
I hope you will too