A pier into the future

Remember when you took my hand?
And we walked away.
We stomped through the cold and the wet.
And still we held together.
We felt the warm boards under our bare feet and the warmth of the sun on our faces.
And we smiled.
We will walk on. Hand on hand through good and bad.
Until the day one of us falls.
And the other will wonder how they will go on alone.
And remember when first we took each other's hand.