Helix

The clouds of your breath decorate the windows in my mind, fractals etched on frozen panes smothered with foggy confusion. Your lifeline is painted on the glass and I recognize outlines of stories along its blurry path. This is my defense, averting my eyes from lines too sharp for fear of seeing too clearly. My finger lingers near your line and draws my own, a helix of intersections and missed chances cutting through the haze.