Our Beginning

Hips swaying in the cold breeze
Of a winter evening
Backlit by an apartment entry
Empty of others

Eyes cast upward
At the night sky
Breath hanging heavily
In the cold night air
As you listen to me ramble
About the stars and planets
And how we are both
So small

Laying on the soft carpet
Of a near-empty apartment
Talking about almost nothing
And yet everything

These are the first memories
I have of perhaps
The most influential woman
In my life

I am so fortunate
To say that these memories
Happened years ago
And also
Haven’t stopped happening since