I fell in love with you at 2am on a snowy evening.
You walked your dog down my street as I walked mine out the door.
And we talked and talked and were tangled up in leashes and snow on our eyelashes and by the time the ground became white, I was in love.
eighteen months later, after your arm bore my name in black ink. after our dogs shared a home. after
the second winter
slowly at first and then quickly until avalanche.
piles of soaked tissues for weeks/never-ending game of Super Mario Brothers/Easy Mac
Traveling the country without my heart, ground soft and thawed.