We stood in the field across the road from my house.
I was wearing a t-shirt for the first time in months.
Your stare was as unceasing as the sun's.

My lips trembled slightly as I tried to form words.
Your hand rested gently on my hip.
I swung at the wet grass with my foot.

"I sold you and you sold me."

I long for the shade of a chestnut tree and look up.
You pull me closer.
My right foot wedges in between your shoes.

You tell me I look sad.
A tear rolls out from behind my sunglasses.
I am too slow to catch it.

I feel the heat of the sun on my back.
It's pushing me towards you.
I wrap my arms around your neck and hang there.

"I sold you and you sold me."

I feel invisible in this field.
I wish it could just be us.
I want nothing but this.

There is a reason we are here.
Our parents were wiser than they knew.
In my name I have found the wind.

In your name I have found the rock I cannot move.
I have found a steady place to balance.
I have found warmth.

But these reasons are not enough.
We turn and walk back to the road.
Your hand sweeps across my back and stops.