Day 31: Of Chills and Poems

Cold seeps in 

    As you slowly slipped in my reverie

The chill always seemed

    To still remind me of your memory.

A missed encounter

    Or that fleeting second long before gone

A mixed-up chance

    Of risks untaken, of bittersweet fun.

We've long lived

     In separate worlds, a happier place

But in some moments

     What if you, or maybe I, solved that maze.

xx,

Corporate Junkie