we made it to spring, and we made it to the spring in the swamp before the pandemic came and the lakefront closed. we looked at spider bridge closed and i dreamed of crossing into summer, but it would have been so hot and hard for you. i would have brought you in your cherriot. you looked so handsome and content in your cherriot. honestly i know you were working hard to keep on and i love you for that, i sometimes wanted to keep you going when you wanted to rest. i was afraid of stopping long. when i go out now i'll imagine walking with you, adjusting my pace and urging you gently on, i'll imagine when i sang to you and you would smile and run. i'll imagine everything we did and everything we would do as long as we could.