Do you remember that starlit night in the Himalayas, when the moon was eclipsed by the mountain, the cold had clawed through our cheap sweaters and our hands, our trembling hands were locked like lonely lips? I had disentangled mine and let it slide under your sweater stealing some of the warmth of your waist, without permission. You didn't say no. You didn't twitch. You started singing a song instead. Frank Sinatra's. I hummed along. "Strangers in the night, exchanging glances." "Wondering in the night, what are the chances?" I'm glad it ended there, with a song. Great stories often have open ends and uncertain beginnings. Which of the two it was? Letter from the balcony #23 Click #BalconyLetters to read in continuation. #starpoems
