Looking Back

Sometimes I'll get caught in a moment,
and I'll know it's wrong to look back,
but I can't resist the pull it brings,
I see and I feel everything over again.
There's these few seconds that we had,
a small flicker lost in time,
when everything felt fragile and delicate.
A snowflake falling down on my face,
you, watching with a smile.
Do you remember?
There was wonder and there was light,
the curve of a smile under streetlamps.
Fingers entwined and scared,
when nobody was watching.
This moment in time,
a small piece of my history,
a defining chapter with torn pages,
and no real ending.
Sometimes I'll look back,
and question whether it was real,
sometimes I remember, everything you made me feel.

Do you remember?