The Swim

I am tired of people
not knowing everything about
how we loved each other.

Car doors locked from inside,
left hand on the wheel so
the right can dangle imprecisely
whereyouwere,

whenyouwerehere.

Even I
don’t know everything about
how.

I am tired of forgetting you.

Of releasing myself.
Of moving myself through
forward time like
running
through
water.

These days I am ample with hunger,
making plans like we made love.
There was only one way to walk
towards you but there are

thousands

of paths away.

This new life is expensive!
You didn’t foresee that,
did you?
What it
cost?