Only comes out
On coldest days
Wild wind snaps
My face into shape.
Any passing stranger
Notices cool change
Friends embrace 
Challengers turn tail.
It holds space
Though never filled 
Gravitates to places
Where eyes first locked
Pockets turned inside out
Lint was spilled.
Gaze darts from butterflies 
To fleeting smiles
Peering through the aisles
Of best sellers.
Silent goodbyes
Are all that linger now.