In the passenger seat,
I'm watching you,
Squeezing your hand and laughing.
We're on the highway,
Headed toward a night
Of jolly celebrating.
For five months,
I've called you mine,
Sprinkling kisses
Where the sunset now rests.
You turn to me and grin,
Out comes a burst of giggles,
And I'm eight months in the past,
Not thinking of our future.
Your eyes that look my way
Become the set that glanced that night,
Our first date on a similar evening,
Once fearing,
Now beckoning moonlight.