Full

I look up at a full moon in the sky
And think that you might somewhere watch it too.
I wonder if you'll also stop and sigh
Staring at it beaming down on you
And think back to the day you thought you knew
Finally knew that we were meant to be.
I think of it, and keep its orb in view
As best I can, so that, persistently,
That loved and much debated memory
Floods into me, and makes my insides warm
Despite the freeze outside. I hope you see
The same moon in the same full, floating form
And in the heat, amid the palms, think of
The time that we discovered such deep love.