Anniversary

You don’t remember that night in Hawk Hall 439,
all settled around the room,
uou jumping in and out of the door, but I do.

You might not think back to the night
on the Ferris wheel when my eyes
were on you, not my date’s, but I do.

You somewhat know of the day you taught
me to drive, leaving your hand over mine
on the steering wheel, teaching me, but I do.

You know more of that drunken night at the
bowling alley, where you first took
me by your hands and held me, but I do.

You remember the night, that by moonlight
you held me close and our lips
met for the first time, we do.