Just to think, you’ve been there all this time.
In and out of view, invisible but always here.
Pavement, there for me to walk upon all these days and years.
Carrying the weight of my every iteration, every short-lived season.
Holding the layered imprints of my child and adult soles.
Old sun, old clouds, dear patient companions,
For all this time, such loyalty as only the inanimate can show.