Four shoes, all the same size

Leave the house in confident strides

They meet icy sidewalks

But hang on and don't slip

Laughter fills the air

Disrupting the winter chill with warmth

It rings through the empty space

Where trees used to be

Window shopping and wandering

Takes us into a store

I smell a house in a different state

I'm surrounded by organic food and cutesy crafty things

You buy salted chocolate something

Which sounds gross to me

You bought me a box of matches

(I still owe you three dollars)

"Good things are to come"

Says the quote on the matchbox

I think that it's true

And I think they'll be with you