Close to the ground and low on hope,
Lonely and looking for a hand to hold.
Nothing ventured, nothing changed;
She took a risk and held out her hand.
He came quickly, loneliness’ bane –
His hand crossed the distance and grabbed back,
Bringing light into her surrounding black.
His home? Jack Frost can’t travel that far south,
But she can see snow flakes falling from her couch.
Still words can travel the distance with ease,
Creating stories for her, only emoji smiles to see.
He’s used to sculpting whatever he needs
And sharing the bounty with others as he
Weaves stories and imagines better realities.
The best gifts lack tangibility.
He sends her music to tickle her fancy,
Cracks jokes and references timeless movies.
Somebody warm to smile with, regardless of distance,
Makes it worth every risk from her impulsive chance.