I met her.
So long ago I had almost forgotten.
Familiar was the feeling,
more important than
She was familiar.
A long-legged bug on the ground.
Another memory sparked, resurfacing joy shared.
Cold white under metal foot.
Toes curling, holding onto warmth. Fearing the opposite.
Her hands clenched in pockets for the same.
A gold crown celebrating aging, almost forgotten.
Until strangers smiles, sparked ours.
And we remembered.