Diapause
.
He drifted with a lingering
gait; forged by years
of self-doubt and the
weight of expectation.
She, was a collision
of panic and grace;
pieced together from
the twisted remains;
over and over again.
Together, they stood
in windows: watching
the first snow as if
it was the last; like
attic flies in winter,
trapped behind
two sheets of glass.
