When my mother was alive
We used to walk arm in arm
My hand tucked into the crook of her elbow
We never kissed
But we took long walks
Arm in arm
We walked around the lake in Florida
Walked up Broadway and bought bagels and lox
Walked along the Grand Concourse to Lohmann’s
Walked down subway steps to the D train
Our footsteps matched
We walked down Vermont cowpaths
Walked out onto the pier to watch my father fish
Walked arm and arm in the nursing home
When she could hardly put one foot in front of the other.
When my mother got too weak to walk
I sat in her room and read the newspaper aloud.
One day I went outside to have a cigarette and
So now when I take walks
It’s by myself.