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 kissed her,
knowing that if I did,
she would stick around
long enough for me to make up my mind–
I kissed her and kept her in my back pocket–
Feeding her just enough hope
to stay for another day.