on walks.

I used to walk to be alone.
Earbuds in.
Pound down the sidewalk.
Crunch through the snow.
Anger pulsing through my mind
and then melting away.

I still walk because I love it.
Create a path, follow it back.
Free my mind.

Now, you.
You come on my walks with me
from across the ocean.
Waters so vast.
I wish they would drain away.
Then I could walk along the bottom.
Then walk you home with me.

No. My walks are still contained and constrained
by the limits of a life I can't wait to leave behind.

But now when I walk, you're with me.
I talk to you.
I imagine what it would be like to hold your hand and keep walking.
But I return home eventually.

"Although you are not here, I really enjoyed our walk tonight"