My footsteps echoed hollow on the stone
A rhythm carved from traveling alone
The streets repeated beats I’d never own
A lonely march that etched into the bone
Then came your steps—aligned with mine in time
A counter-beat too gentle to confine
The empty street evolved into a chime
A harmony uniquely yours and mine
Your presence made the pavement learn to sing
A melody no wanderer could bring
The dust arose like birds on rushing wing
And turned our walking into everything
So walk with me when roads grow hard to choose
When echoes sharpen into bitter bruise
For in your pace no traveler can lose—
Our footsteps blend and music breaks the blues