sigh of winter

caught up in the gritty city liviní,
twinkly eyed, revved up and smiliní,
we met out on yonge street
back when-

oh I donít know,
i just had to grab some chron, thatís all.

hair flying in crazed winds of chaos,
dangling, swept up and falling,
slowly I came to you.

just like that.

in all the weeksÖwell, months
of drinking, soft talks, and fuzzy subways rides,
we began to re-discover that certain sheer simplicity
that makes us be.

the simplicity of the seemingly trivial moments:
shivering on the porch in the half-moonlight,
smoking, hugging, being,
spinning, flicking, twisting;
itís then when we let silence takes its course.

all that can be heard is the sigh of winter
screaming ìconnectionî,
thatís when we ditch our sloppy articulation.