I don’t remember why we sat under the stars

Your heart close to my palm, my pants undone.

I was loosing weight, and the moment grew around me,

I was taking time with death, while my socks were pulled off at the undertow

And the river was dark and cold and we sank into it, you as a feather, me a stone

And I watched you float away, as the ice formed above me.

The winter was common, it was cold and unforgiving

The days were as years, etched into the concrete of my skin.

Light was there, when it shone through the ice

And the darkness of night was the blanket of your memory.

And when the spring thaw revealed that you had not left,

I cracked in two

And one of me was smooth and new and moved slowly away with the dead leaves of last fall

The other turned to sand, and became lodged between the buttocks of some bathers on the shore, uncomfortably at rest,

Like love at a narrow door.