i was ensnared by your story, how the snow
fluttered around you, numbly staring
at a sky the color of champagne. you said
through the cold you felt awake, something
timeless and deeply solitary, and i felt
morning flush under my skin because
i knew the lonesomeness (it was something
i have been trying to say since i heard
words popping in my throat) but
you captured it (and me too).
and i knew
we shared a silence between
our lungs, so i fell in love
with your words and you and how
we knew the same space (a place
where snowflakes form) so intimately.
i don't believe
in love at first sight & it's crazy to fall for
a stranger, but now i think I've found
someone who knows the same january nights as me.