It’s cold.

The sun has long set, streets alive, with cars and night-life,

I’ve just been kicked out,

I’m out, I’m downtown.

Cold air whips against my skin,

I skate around the rink,

Over and over

Round and round

I’m lonely, or rather, I’m just by myself

There are crowds on the ice, ceaseless chatter,

White headphones quiet the noise from the outside.

It’s cold, and I think the tips of my

ngers are frozen

But I skate, in a mere tank top, the movement having stabilized my temperature.

I should've worn gloves.

A dull ache in my legs reminded me of how long I’d been skating.

I briefly think about stepping off, and as I’m about to give into the ache,

I see her.

Then I see you.

I talk to her,

and then I met you.

I met you.

We talked, weaving between the crowd, chasing each other,

And bouncing from one tongue to the other, a shame you don’t know a third.

But we talk, and I find myself gravitating towards you.

To the point I nearly stumble into your arms

Ever so eloquent, ever so elegant

You help me up, a joke on the tip of your tongue, and I’m surprised at how much a stranger like you

Resembles someone like me, or rather I see you, and wish to become, to achieve as much as you.

And maybe it’s a bit odd to worship one you’ve just met,

But my god, you're divine.