Until tonight they had been divided,
each the centre of their own universe
and contemplating eternal loneliness
with the heaviness of teenage melodrama.
On the way home, in the snow, she laughed
about the present and the future and the past
because there was so much of it, too much
to comprehend after 15 years on earth.
So she let him hold her hand and laughed instead,
with the snow glistening in her hair.