We Were Similar in That Way

by Rick Bursky
Bursky. I'm No Longer Troubled By The Extravagance. We Were Similar in That Way
It was windy in the snow globe. Our windowpanes rattled. Snow piled at the door. We held hands and sat cross-legged on the floor. We didn't know when the storm would pass. Take whatever you want, she said. I said the same. And neither of us took a thing. After we let go of each other I couldn't decide what to do with my hands. She decided to run sobbing from the house, into the swirling snow. That was the last time I saw her. Yes, we were once that small.