I held your hand and

we walked in the snow

(not too far)

and looked at the moonshadows

of the pines.

We relished in the brightness

of the night,

the coldness touching our noses and cheeks,

the glittering of the ice crystals on the snow,

and the quiet pleasure of

each other.

I want for this to last

but

at least

I can hold it in my heart

and pull it out

for wistful pleasure

like an old photograph.