I wondered…
If I wrote enough sentences and fragments and words
Perhaps then they might join hands to form a road
One from here to elsewhere
Far away, to a hazy place I’d never know
But as I whispered goodbye
With tears frozen to my skin
I realized, much too late
I had written right around the world
Back again, and here you are
Knocking on the door
With your hands chilled and your soft smile
Still warm enough to sweeten a dusk into dawn
And right then I know
For a reason I’ll never understand, I’ll reach out my palms
Invite you back.
To sit by the fire,
While the snow hushes on by.