It’s strangely warm as I become aware of my surroundings.
Twilight bathes the reeds as I brush them aside.
Cries of nearby fauna drift through the air
a chorus neither welcoming nor scornful.
Across my periphery,
infinite headlights come into and out of existence
anonymous yet comforting
briefly illuminating the surrounding hillside
and advancing their respective plot lines.
Why is it always this place?
The creek bed below grows slightly deeper
the current cooly caressing my feet.
Slowly, pink light begins to bleed through the reeds.
So you’re here again too?
I emerge into a small clearing
the light briefly intensifying as my eyes adjust.
we silently acknowledge each other
free from shame and eroticism.
Some nights, a knowing grin adorns your face.
Others, a scowl resentful of all I’ve forgotten.
Sometimes I’m here alone
save for the vague echo of your words
growing increasingly incomprehensible.
Tonight, you’re emotionless
as if you’d