whatever i thought we were, we weren’t.
bestfriends. boy/girlfriends. bookends.
when i thought we were on,
we were off.
wherever i thought we were going, we are not.
portland’s trees will unfreeze, sweep the northwest green without us. the roadside motels will fade to low moans of other lovers; we won’t reach beneath the bed sheets for eachothers bodies, feel the only familiar feeling for three thousand miles. we won’t travel crosscountry only to find that home is wherever we are when we're together.
it hardly matters how or why.