Haiku for a Winter Day Long Ago

My coat's a blanket.
My love, sleeping on a bus;
blue wool breathes with him.

Lying on the seat
soft hair brushes the collar
tucked under his chin.

I want to paint him;
freeze him, lips blue under ice;
encase him in glass.

He may wake sighing.
Worries -- gone in sleep -- descend
all in an instant.

But I've forgotten
all that came before this and
all that came after.

This moment only
is encased in memory
as if in amber.