I take five steps and I look back, I don’t see anybody but I feel the push, I take five more steps and then six, I take seven and eight, I take nine then twelve, I look back to see you, I feel you and so you must be there. I feel the pull, Thirteen, fifteen, twenty. Twenty too many. You are there, you body as rugged as I left it. Your expression as bare as I left it. And still I must go, Twenty seven, Sixty two, I look back to see you barren in the distance. Finally being merged with the background, I can imagine you slowly fading into the brush. Ninety and then a thousand steps. You are replaced with a feeling of acknowledgement. A feeling of trust. A feeling of fortitude. The feeling of loyalty. I can see my partner now for as they are, I know that I must leave because I know how it will end. I know what loyalty looks like, I haven’t found it yet.