We sit in a restaurant on vacation
Across from me is a painting
Of a pier with no railings that disappears into the ocean
I seem to be on that pier with no railings
And before me only the ocean
I ask him if he remembers our wedding day
Especially if he remembers the passionate sex
Right after the ceremony
Thinking this must remain if nothing else
But in fact it is relegated to the file of gone and forgotten
Forever gone and forgotten
He says as he does regularly “I love you”
Almost always followed by “do you love me?”
I wonder how I ended up on that pier with no railings
Heading into the ocean
How can he love me if he doesn’t remember any part
OF WHO WE WERE
I suppose it is because I am his railings on the pier for his walk
Into the ocean
This article appears in June 2016.
