A cold January, coldness outside less than what I felt within.
I felt uncertain of a strange place…
And then just when I think of quitting quick, you walk into my life.
What could possibly be the first moment in a nameless bond of endless continuity?
Could I fix it on that one moment of a kindness offered across a table of cold cutlery and my lost self?
Or the polite meaningless exchange you made that helped me in ways you hardly guessed?
Or still could it be the kindness and sensitivity you offered in a silent gesture of staying longer than you should just to bring a feeling of comfort?
It all had a pattern.
A cold January watched it begin, warmer months watched it live through and another cold January nearing took it all away with a jealous sweep of perhaps the warmth that defied both destiny and boundaries.
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