The stone steps were colder today.
He dropped his books and asked her,
“Can hurt be helpful? I know how it sounds – strange. But I’m asking.”
Her eyes looked at the steps – she noticed the chill too.
Her gaze moved, met, and fixed on his green eyes,
“I think – yes. It’s more than that simple three letter word but I think so. Wounded and worn – maybe there are people you can meet with now?
Maybe you’ll know the look in their stare.
I see it in yours.”
Fire danced in his green gaze – it was brief but real.
Perhaps, he thought, warmth could be given in our cold corners.