It Was the Summer

It was the summer after human wind.
It was the summer I learned to bike on a broken ankle, my cane strapped inside
my messenger bag like some geriatric hipster doofus.
It was also the summer I failed to kiss pretty much every one, and.
believe me, I was trying.
It was the summer I finally left the woman I hated.
No, too much, I didn’t hate her.
When you feel nothing for someone long enough, it starts to seem like hate.
Anyway, it was the summer I started taking the elevator, which led to the fall
I kept taking the elevator even though my leg was a leg again.
Then, it was the autumn that I didn’t get on any planes.
It was the autumn of snow before the leaves could fall.
Then, it was the winter that was winter all year.
It was the winter of records, lows then highs then lows, lows again.