Maybe I’ll see you this winter
when the limbs go cold and empty
Maybe you’ll say yes, and we’ll walk,
palms pressed and fingers interwoven
below a glaucous sky at dusk
The looming weight of a snowfall
has already absconded with
the echoes of our footfall.
We soundproof souls, crossing
shooting stars. Pale wisps of breath,
cold and soft and slow.
This moment might be
the time of our lives,
this is the alchemy of us
A lifetime in an hourglass,
gold hidden in the falling grains
“You never know,” you said,
“anything could happen.”
So you await maybe-endings
But if you ever wonder, know
I’ll be here, waiting for the beginning.
