what happens when you reinhabit a body you used to own

but no longer remember

except for the soft squishy areas

where flesh and sinew

meet intimacy and nostalgia.

The words no longer aligning with the movement

so you make up for

lost time

lost fantasies

lost lovers.

I always thought we'd get married

or at least go through the actions

that marriage signifies:

an exchange of trust

a commitment to the longevity of the relationship

a reciprocated investment of time and energy

a walk through mid morning mist in the dusk of our lives

shared cook, cleans, and cuddles

wrestling in the sheets

a slow dance in silence

a fight over something remote.