25 Years Ago . . .

. . . my 25th anniversary approaches and this is what I'm hearing . . . .

25 Years Ago . . .

. . . romance was free,
was easy as can be,
yet with no certainty
that you could be you,
and I could be me.

Then the time man ticked,
and as we did predict,
the stephanies we contradict
as you were you and I was me—
we continually clicked.

And thus this path, this dance,
is not just happenstance,
for we may not freely romance,
but I’m still me and you you,
and I still jump,
when I catch your glance.