Rain drops fall from the fountain.
"Can you just...
yeah that's nice."
It was cold that day,
warm at first but chilled by a phone call.
Drip. Drip.
A solid-colored pale collects.
Chocolate chip cookies are tissues.
Tissues are therapy.
Raised eyebrows ask for help.
Sniff. Sniff.
Laughter becomes bandaids.
Hands become bridges.
Hugs transform feelings,
feelings of "I'm right here"
Kleenex soaks problems up
and throws them away.
The bridge shortens its length.
You finally come to realize
that it was warm that day.
