there is a moment—
the flicker of the streetlamp,
snowflakes on your nose,
your eyes wide and alight—
everything stretches,
and gently falls away,
but you.
(you search your bag
for a cigarette, i roll
my fingers into yours)
your face is cold
but your lips are soft,
and we melt, melt, melt—
yesterday we cried,
tomorrow we will cry again,
but this moment—
yesterday i loved you,
tomorrow i will still love you,
(maybe i never could)
and give myself
to a woman with such
strong hands.