We laughed over coffee in the wide, wide windows of 85*.
We tempted each other with strawberry buns and green matcha pastries.
We shopped like there was no tomorrow. We planned like there were guarantees to life.
March purred like a kitten. We waited for promise of ideas in showers of moonlight.
As winter waned, we rushed home in fear.
This week, last year.
We learned to love each other deeper. We learned to be kind.
We changed direction within four stiff walls and built cities in our minds.
As winter wanes, this week, this year,
kiss every dawn, treasure every happy tear.
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Noreen Lace 