I memorized the

excitement in your eyes

As the incandescent greens, 

reds, and glittering golds

Lit the plaza from 

the Americana Christmas tree

 

My first instance of 

love for you

Where I had faith

that we would both

stay awhile 

 

I basked in the unevenness

of the trolly tracks

Remembering the exchange of 

warmth from my hand to your back

 

As the brass quartet

crooned their carols 

who perched themselves right

outside the bookstore

we now frequent