For Anna

Mae and the Garden

And if we meet again

I took you over like womb or shelter, and waited in anticipation such as before a birth, for you to breach. It is ok to choose beach over conversation. Is is ok to walk into the ocean fully clothed. It is ok to call at 11:00pm for the sake of tears, and tears alone. It is ok to love you before the word has formed in that looming thought bubble above us. We will always be on the edge of a question mark or breaking point. We are serendipitous. Alaska, I loved myself enough to love you…and let you go.

Alaska I bid you farewell