Watching the snow fall,
from the same place as last year.
With  your head rested in my lap,
your hand making small circles on the part of my back where my sweater doesn't cover,
I remember when I would have given the world for this.

Last year.
When i watched you and some other girl,
hoping that someday I could be her:
exchanging meaningful smiles,
laughing as if time had stopped.

Here we are now,
but time hasn't stopped for us,
and all I can think of is what I used to want.