zenn bites...

herstory


how easy it was,
to slip back into the past.
to retreat into your familiar embrace,
to lose myself, again.

a chilly night,
a stroll by the quiet river;
fingers laced,
warm pit stops.

mock fighting,
sweet reconciliation;
animated conversations,
carefree laughter.

you reached out
and, perhaps stupidly, i gave in.
for one night,
it was as if we never left.