The road by the river I walked every day,
near skate park and sand pits,
blue melting from sky into water,
sun reddening my cheeks,
admiring the bare bodies
swimming, laying, smoking.
The faces I love because
they are my home.
On my last nights, I
stood outside the bar in winter air,
windows a film screen of
people laughing, drinking, dancing,
in a reality existing outside of me.
When we lose something, we are
giving it back to nature.