Where did we fall in love?
Was it my awkward distance behind you,
up the stairs, to avoid conversation?
Or in our fleeting eye contact, passing each other,
going in different directions?
Was it in the car, when you
wouldn't let me sit out in the rain?
The backseat where you didn't
want to see me cry?
Or in the pool or the ocean water,
where you had helped me stay afloat?
In the field by the tennis court,
looking for constellations,
after wrestling each other to the ground?
Was it in Cape Cod,
in the tent with all our friends?
Or in the White Mountain National Forest,
in the tent with only each other,
on our own camping trip?
Past the smaller site,
down the muddy, slippery, steep hill,
in the clearing next to the raging river?
Between two mountains;
the place where we couldn't start a fire?
Was it in the trunk of my best friend's car?
Or in her living room?
On the platform at the train station,
where I watched you leave town for college?
On all of the bus and taxi and train rides
we took to be certain we would see each other again?
On the beach where the seagull stole my onion rings?
Or the parking spot where you parallel parked for the first time,
right before you bought me the onion rings?
In my backyard, playing badminton?
In the parking lot, playing lotball?
In all of the parking lots that fogged up your windows?
In your dorm room when I was sick
and you had to take care of me?
Or when you were sick,
and I walked across campus to buy chicken noodle soup
and had to take care of you?
In the moshpits at live shows?
Or in the fantasy world of an mmorpg?
I don't even know where this began.
