10-9-2023
Early October
I'm sober
The woods are still warm
The water is cool
but comforting.
Only the river knows
Only the river knows
We built a town on the sand
Our very own city
A village
of women,
wild and strong
We built our town on the sand.
I remember the exact spot I laid
I imagine myself there
It's a haze.
"Can I have a smooch?"
That's what she asked
and I thought it was so cute.
I remember running my hands through her hair.
Next morning
realizing what we had done
I wasn't sure how she'd feel.
I kept inching my fingers towards hers
then I'd pull away
I wanted to hold her hand so bad that morning
but I wasn't sure it was okay.
We didn't talk about it for awhile.
Later that day she said it:
"I don't regret it."
I replay this in my head
at least once a week
for the last four months.
And she's four thousand
miles away.
