frick park

we must have walked hundreds of miles in frick park that spring. some silent. some angry. some in love. i remember the red flower we stuck in your jacket pocket. i remember, always, how colors looked when they were close to you. you were always the deepest black against the brightest or dullest colors. we walked your dog before she died. i remember wet socks and shoes, freezing toes. i remember the rush of warmth when we'd walk into your house. that winter and spring there were endless days of rain and cold - and sometimes we had the warmth to withstand it.