i have bought a rowboat from the man who lives across from me.

he asks where i'm going, 

i tell him "back."


how could there be such mountainous authority in syllables? in an a and an e, 

a "childish" and "immature,"

an "i don't need you."

yes, i am going back,

rowing my way to the garden where we met when i was just 17,

where i lived candid and young

and you, just the same,

but unknown yet to me

was your diagnosed capriciousness and your agile ability to dispatch me from your view.

thank you sir,

i hope to float my way back to you again. 

i hope to see you soon.