I remember sitting by the river bank one day…
with a woman.
Not just any woman, mind you.
There was history between this woman and l.
with a gap the size of adulthood
between our past and
on that rock along the river,
(on the outside at least).
Finally, I succumbed to the moment.
I leaned in and gave her what I thought she wanted.
I kissed her because I knew that if I did, she would stick around long enough for me to make up my mind.
I kissed her to keep her in my back pocket–
Feeding her just enough hope
to stay for another day.
Too scared to share my deep-down truth that I could never love her the way she wanted.