it's like riding a bike

i'll be on the look out for you,
he says,

putting his hand on my shoulder
in a friendly way,

but condescending way.

that's some wild story you have there.
what a cup of crazy that woman was.

i'll see if my girlfriend has any
friends
that are single. but normal women.

not nuts, promise.

how old are you?

I laugh. don't worry about it.
being alone
is fine

after the living hell I went through.

it's nice. the quiet. the calmness.
the peace. yesterday I read a book
for over an hour.

a book? he says. really?

i'll know when it's time to jump
back into
the pool, tell him.

okay, okay, he says. I get you.
but let me know.

it's like riding a bike, you fall
over and then you get back on.