day 6

wasting
fasted

unhooked, by the door, back
where a bike is locked
an empty pot
something half remembered

missing the other parts
no one else can piece together

it is lost and the
body
shuts down

there by that tree, a kiss
there by that rose, something happened
it'd been years
it was lovely

like a trick

now half remembered

digits, numbers of houses
hours
all maintained
but not
that

a walk at dawn

is over