It was windy in the snow globe.
Our windowpanes rattled.
Snow piled at the door.
We held hands and sat cross-legged on the floor.
We didn’t know when the storm would pass.
Take whatever you want, she said.
I said the same. And neither of us took a thing.
After we let go of each other
I couldn’t decide what to do with my hands.
She decided to run sobbing from the house,
into the swirling snow.
That was the last time I saw her.
Yes, we were once that small.
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