I didn’t know you anymore
just those three short years from 15 to 17
but we shared an age and came of age together
and I knew that smile and I knew that laugh
and we sang tenor together in that high school choir
that became a miracle of permanent memory
in our 60s
we walked through the snow
bundled up from the cold
until one set of prints finds the cold
too hard to bear
and lightens until no trace is left
upon the clean white covering
