It was in the stony grey of winter
and the cold that bit at their skin
when those who once
saw the world together
stood in one place,
tired from days forcing themselves forward,
tides turning near by.
Each whispering to fill the space.
All unsure if they'd ever be sure;
All certain of a shared history
that grew more vivid
as they grew alongside it.
The anchor
to which their ropes were tied.
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