-because he might have been capable of seeing more in me than simply a place to spit his seed
And I remember him watching me, independent of himself, questioning not who I was to him, but who I was, period.
It was a comfortable silence. With him always cautious, always weighing, holding back, making sure....
as if it were possible to dip just the end of his toe into life, testing out the waters before wading in.
I wonder why, because we both knew the water was raging and cold below; there were no other options
And though I have often thought I shouldn’t say these things, I am not about to turn careful now
But maybe I will tomorrow....
because they say it is impossible to step in the same river twice, but I swear I have seen these waters before and I grow tired of their passing.