Tucked into nearly-nothingness
The fall of snow, I must profess -
Aside from chill that does repress
My eager heart and mind -
May be of Nature's best success
The purity does
He wasn't there at all; it was just the music that made her heart ache, swim, stir like those moments when they had kissed, when he had touched her hand, when
He was one of Twenty-Six's childhood friends.
He was beautiful, too - not in the same seductive way, but rather, in a way that made her stare, enamored, attempting for hours
Somehow, he had managed to have them upgraded to first-class seats.
Somehow, she thought, when he doesn't even have air miles or priority status.
He was just charming, that way.