Some Wonderful

When I browse the index of
"things they never told me,"
I like to rest my fingertip on
"seemingly insignificant moments
tend to matter most."

I'm ignoring all the formal portraits
for the candids.

You admiring the cobblestones
(we thought they were originals)
in the old end of Boston,
picking out what houses were made
of colonial brick,
and which weren't.

Kissing my shoulder
as I tried to write,
which kidnapped my words
but I couldn't be angry.

Your expression when
you caught me sneaking a snapshot
at the restaurant
that you didn't want saved,
(or sent to your mother.)

While I can still remember
exactly what you wore
the first time we met,
it dulls in comparison
to these stills
in moving color.