Two Snows Ago

Two snows ago,
 before all the woe,
 we were both awash
 in a lover’s glow;
 you were my only,
 and I was your one,
 and the sun that set
 was an innocent sun.

Two snows ago,
 we had room to grow;
 we had time to waste 
 and a world to know,
 but we gave that up
 for the things we’d learned
 on our daily screens
 as our own world burned.

Two snows ago,
 seems a hundred years;
 we threw away love
 as we courted fears,
 and I look back now
 at the lives we lost,
 and how little we gained
 and at how much

 cost