As the lights came on and the wind caressed the leaves
I looked at your face
eyes closed and calm, rendered iridescent by the dancing colors of December
and realized for the first time that I was afraid
Afraid to no longer recall how your eyes would sparkle at the mention of taking long walks
or that your favorite color is blue
or that it was raining when I met you and you shared your umbrella--it was red
--I don't want to forget that detail
I'm afraid
And you turned your face, met my eyes
silently, you smiled
I couldn't smile back because I didn't want the distraction of having to smile back
I want to take in every detail
I don't want to forget...
