Quiet Moments

The wind tangling itself within your long hair
And that smile etched across your face as you
Were watching the sunset, lost in a prayer.
All I could do was to look on from the pew
As this is your temple. Your laughter echoing
Down the hallways as I go after you, wishing
That you were more than a photo yellowing
And burning in my back pocket. I was fishing
For and hanging onto more than just that
One memory. I wanted a thousand more
Not fading away with your tears not flat
Against the pavement as it was all before
You turned to walk away from me one
Last time. Moments we cannot outrun.