Remember that night
when we sat on the kitchen floor
and I read Billy Collins poetry aloud
while you stared intently at my face
and finally took the book out of my hand
and we danced even though there was no music
our socks slipping on the freshly cleaned linoleum
and the dog watched us like we were crazy?
And he was right, we were crazy.
So damn crazy and young and in love
and happy too.

What happened?