We're over
on a Tuesday
as suddenly
as we began,
no fault of
our own--
finding out
I'm not
safe to
care outside
the realm of
normativity.
Now there are
deals counseling and
proving integrity.
We're so far away
from our
close touching
from our
---- -------
that it's impossible to
remember
what we were like
to start:
a tiny woman
hot spring
afternoon,
crushed below
your girth
in awe of power
and greyness of eyes.
We have between
us
a park bench
I visit
to remember
the morning walk
the first
full-fledged
togetherness.
I am so
glad
we're done
but I
still miss it.