The brittle Texas lights pin against the sky,
Throwing down ribbons that touch the cold highway.
And Carolina Moonseed shivers on the shoulder,
Against the early frost that shines with 6:00 AM sunlight.

This world is the coldest world on the planet,
And knots together a pain in the depths of my heart.
As I stand here and think about the past again,
And if he still remembers where we first held hands.

The exciting—frightening—exhilarating—crucial—
Empowering—blissful—lovable—touchable—thrilling—
One-moment-in-history-where-two-souls-knit-into-one,
And we promised to never break apart like cheap wool.

It seamed that we’d never break apart. But somehow we did.