Introvert's Anxiety

“Where,” his eyes inquired?
“Walking,” she replied.
Her steps set out.
His tread behind.
“I’m going for the silence,” sighed her shoulders,
“And the shadows and the stars.”
“Then,” his footsteps followed,
“That is what we are.”
And off they walked together
While the night set them apart.

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