To the Winter's Reconcile

Our shoulders touched electric as we walked through sleet and grey impending winter snow To reconnect devotion as we talked it seemed, before I spoke, you seemed to know There never was another kindred heart and in my frozen breath I told you so We hurried through the city streets gone dark We laughed in nervousness way past our prime We knew that every ending had a start and on this winter night was your's and mine The streets absorbed our words to fallen feuds and slicked the surface skin up to a shine We stopped in our reflection to imbue three cheers for happy endings to unfold when happiness to most of us eludes and superficial endings, truth be told, are often left to rest in winter sleet and buried in the weight of winter snow.