I don't know what it was.It wasn't love.
It wasn't lust.
It wasn’t even sex.
I think it was one of those episodes
where two people were looking for
a physical touch just to break the cycle
of sameness in their lives.
Feelings and intimacy were irrelevant,
just two bodies going through
adult motions all because
time allowed it. But afterward,
I had to tell myself
We’re not doing this again.
Silence is what I need
as I drive back down the highway
trying not to think about
why I even drove up it:
Why did I converse with her?
Why did I even answer her
response on the online site?
Now I watch the trees
pass my forward vision and intothe sight of my rear view mirror,
no more memories to make.
Because I’m not going back.