Friends

I will always want to walk with you.
Maybe I can’t walk so fast.
Or maybe it’s you.
Maybe we will lose other people, or gain a few.
But still, no matter how high the hills or how long the path,
When I turn my head and speak,
The one I want to see is you.

The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.