5 winters

I liked the distance
I liked the sin
It covered our mouths
and clutched at our kiss

I needed the miles
I needed the lines
To dilute my memories
and sift through my mind

I turned ruin to road
and straight rain to snow
Sea-blowing salt
to high valley hope

I thinned out the air
and drilled canyons to stare
at impossible slopes
to forget what was most
of a life just spent trying to finish.

I needed the distance
I needed the miles
I needed to freeze out the cold.