What kindness remains
tends to be shunned
by upturned coat collars
and downcast eyes.
But I see you,
a long-legged dream
lounging on that bench.
Sitting by your side,
I rest my hand between us
while a candy heart
lingers on my tongue.
Its message dissolves unread.
No matter what it said—
words can’t convey
what I discern in your face.
Sparrow song accompanies
the movement of your fingers
as they inch closer to mine:
a graze of warm skin
on this frigid day.
In separate spheres,
on separate paths,
our solitude, now sweeter
following our silent encounter.
