Prolonged Polaroid

If a slideshow of the best moments
Flashed in front of me before I passed,
A brief, bright, highlight reel of the past,
This very instant would be in it.
 
Even if I lived to one hundred
Despite all those  future events
Without knowing which way my life went,
This very instant would be in it
 
Sometimes a day is so memorable,
You feel nostalgic the very next day.
And after years and decades fade away.
When you close your eyes you see it.
 
This poem is not about nostalgia,
But rather about how certain I am,
That this moment has jammed,
Itself into my sight forever.
 
Occasional firework explosions only amplify,
The goosebumps on my skin.
Touching the cool grass in,
Contrast to the warmth of her hand.
The grass touching the sand,
Understand that then even the smell of cigarettes smell sweet
As the sky is pelted with ruby sparks
 
In this park,
on this bay,
on this day,
it is marked,
by these sparks,
and that way, that her hand,
simply stays, under mine
Undermines, the effect of the cold,
In my mind, it will stay
In my memorium  it will play
I know not what will come
But I do know of today.