the first snow had just fallen,
we were walking home from the bar-
it was cold and dark but we didn't notice
at least they didn't
they were throwing their hearts at each other in frustrated screams
as i walked along in silence and envy
i knew that was it- they were the great love story i've read about
it was something i hadn't seen but in movies-
so much wanting, and needing and yearning for the other-
it was there in the street- settling over the first frost-
i think now & i wonder what will become of them-
of that love- will they bury it back inside of themselves because
it's not feasible- because they don't think it could work-
because things worth having take work-

i wonder if they even know how beautiful their love is.