I saw you walking

I saw you walking, all bundled up, in a nice parka as usual. It is a new parka, a grey-blue color, unlike your last one, which was a nice olive green.

You seem to wear a leash still wrapped around your torso as if you are waiting on your last dog to run up from the beach and be leashed.

I don’t think that dog lives any longer, but still, you have the leash on your torso.

I remember all those years ago, first meeting you and falling in love, and it was love for me.

I did love you so much, but I was so ill-raised, so ill-equipped to be a confident woman, and you were ill-equipped to be a good man.

But still, there were moments, moments that have stayed with me and will stay forever.

I love you so much. I was so proud at times to be on your arm, in your bed, in the radius that we created for a meager moment in time, with ourselves and a dog that we loved.

Funny, it isn’t money, prestige, or anything fancy, that I long after, just a moment in time, in bed with a warm and handsome man and sweet dog in a snuggle, of quiet and breaths and small, a small moment of grace.

I love you. Always have and always will.