sisters,
cold fingers, cold toes, cold cheeks.
no matter how much you try, the creeping frost slips through
mossy stones, graffiti, uneven steps.
quicken your pace, the dread of school work
follows you and her down this passage.
chipped nails, worn down from years of nerves.
your hair peeks out of your new hat
her shoelace unravels from her worn converses
fluff on your green coat
she sits in the reflection of sunglasses
hand in hand
shared smiles.
you're finally back into old times.
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