He had blue eyes and blonde hair,
laughter that filled the room and a smile
that was dizzying.
Late at night she dreamed of this,
of someone new slipping
into her life like a sunkissed angel.
They hadn’t met before, just two
twenty-somethings smiling
over a shot of whiskey.
Paths crossed, air hot
with drunken electricity.
She hadn’t pictured this exact moment,
but had hoped it would be
something like this.
His thick coat over her shoulders,
Jack warm in their bellies.
Outside, the night sky was white
with snow flurries.
Each flake fell and kissed
her cheeks, then melted,
fleeting.