It always seems to have been yesterday
And yet I know it must be years ago.
Still with each recollection I will stray
Back to that night - the only one I know.
I see again the liquid crystal glow
That bathed you, and my heart contracts again;
I pour my soul out on the melting snow
And watch it wash away, as it did then.
And, feeling it, I cannot wonder when
It happened; it has always just occurred.
No matter if a night, a year, or ten,
Its presence in each moment is assured.
It's dangerous to hold it close, and yet
I cannot find it in me to forget.
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