I Once Knew An Encourager Who Did So On Rare Occassion

Breaths freeze cold
and the shoulders
of others just the
same. My friend,
does he hide? No.
My friend is far too
busy and so am I.

Breaths freeze cold
on account of January.
Others are only strange
faces in strange dreams.
Strange dreams where
everything makes
strange sense until
awakening, the sun
peering through a
frosty bedroom window.

Still three months to
go till the ice melts from
my ears to find that yes,
my friend is still busy.

But he says hello.


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