I wake early, as planned,
to be the first to set foot on the snow.
From the rooftop, I survey the city—
to see where the snow has touched,
the first, from my vantage point.

Meeting you was like walking into a spider web—
Not as an insect or prey being trapped,
But as someone fully grown and wary of their path…

No longer do they float through clouds and fields of poppy.
They flee the dissolving walls of their reality—…