The night air is breathable
in Louisiana for once
And we're sitting outside a coffee shop
under a full, December moon.
As it turns a gold to silver color, climbing it's way up higher, cars are zipping by on the highway behind you
And I wish I were close enough to hear every word as your voice gets lost when those tires pass us by

Or maybe I just want to be closer

We've sat here for hours, enjoying the peace and the conversation
and I can't find any want or reason to leave

There's something about the way the moon tells time and how we don't realize it but as it finds its way to sit up above us on that cloudy night, ringed by a circle of light, time has passed.

And it's beautiful: the empty parking lot, the stream of headlights, the open sky and the moon's quiet presence. Your smile.

It's one of those moments I don't need a picture of because it's already taken its place on a shelf behind my eyelids

And now I'm emptying out the old frames, leaving old pictures in the back of my mind but making room and praying for more moments just like this one