keep walking

We walked the snow walk, the snow dance, all the way down the esplanade and I wanted to walk until the cold penetrated mylungsmyhearteverymoleculemyblood and froze me until some warm spring day comes with the first camellia. We walked by the river, past the church I walked by as a daycare child where we pretend marry her, down the dock I’ve never walked lining a beach I haven’t returned to since I watched the dock with a boy the place we sat now knee deep in river. We tracked the clouds and stomped the puddles and tested the crispness of the leaves and mud and little blades of grass. We stopped and listened to the crisp rustle of the wind through the brittle leaves and for a moment I felt almost better than the twenty times a day I secretly close my eyes while walking while driving a little bit longer each time.
When is the last time you kissed? No, a real kiss?
When is the last time you loved? No, really loved?
When is the last time you felt truly known? The last time you felt truly seen? Without saying a goddamn thing?
Fuck if I know.