She Was Fading


It snowed two days ago and it hasn’t really stopped since. I have a cab pick Delilah up at Washington Square Park on the days we hang out. She still won’t tell me where she lives but if she could walk to the park I’m sure she could still do it now. My place is a long ten blocks from it and that’s too far to travel in the snow.

She comes to my apartment everyday with a massive smile with a body covered in layers and layers of warm clothes, but she still looks freezing.

I ask her how many paper cranes she’s folded and she tells me “not enough.”