Frank Sinatra’s voice coats the snowy night as I contemplate turning off the radio.

“Not going to dance?” you ask, not smiling, because I can’t remember anymore how your lips eased into your lopsided smile.

I’ll blink and you’ll disappear, I know.

But before that, you are here, aren’t you?

Chelsea Allen is in love with people and things past, mostly. Her work can be found at msha.ke/lakehouseporch/#links. Follow Chelsea on Twitter at @ChelseaAllen03