i remember walking hand in hand across the street
everywhere, until i wanted some sort of independence
i wanted to cross the street on my own.
so sometimes we are on opposite sides and we don’t
wait for each other anymore. there is no set pull or tug
when you’re going too fast or slow.
so i forget what crossing the street was for. i walk back
and forth. across barren highways at night, while i’m
supposed to be at work. and i skip, every now and then
in jogging my memory from a motorist approaching too
quickly.
it’s easy to remember what you want when it’s gone.
when you realize you’ve cheated yourself, and you have
to cross the street alone. and you are your own safety.