It's a nice coat
that you wear when it's snowing
and - god - if it's not the prettiest thing I'll ever see ;
the snow, the scarf, your hair blown round y'r eyes
fills my head with wishes,
don't even know where to start.
See your eyes again over your scarf
   these things; equivalent
to an over-the-shoulder memory
of a ladder's shadow cast on a
grassy lawn made orange in October night.
Wish now I'd known you in your youth,
   that we'd have grown up together.
Wish that I'd have a record, mental or maybe on vinyl
of every delight I've only half forgotten
that they could be replayed for me to lose myself again.
I'm seeing days past again imagining their recreation
  and counting again the words we've spoken
  as if they were tassles on a tapestry
   or rosary beads
Wished then that I could spend tomorrow
walking with you in freshfallen snow,
holding hands through gloves, warm hands
and touching your world with breath.