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Hell no.
Lyric laughs
turning away from me
to hobble toward the exit
gripping her walker tight.
But you can buy me a hot chocolate!
she yells over her shoulder.
I laugh
and follow her
off the ice.
Once our skates are returned
I order us two
steaming cups of chocolate
and we find an open bench.
Get close,
Lyric says softly
as we sit down.
Hold me, please.
So, I do just that.
I wrap one arm around her
pulling her into me tight.
Then we sit
listening to Norah
sing the final notes of
“What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?”
I don’t know
how long we’ll sit here
or if Lyric and I
will make it past next year.
For now, though, despite our wounds
