After the Driver's Mirror

 After We Rode the Bus

 I write to you,
 an audience of one,
 for eternity,
 and the day after that.
 For who else but you
 deserves to hear
 this love story
 that together
 we wrote
 in quiet
 tenderness?
 No one.

 We went
 to the movies,
 and the screen
 was three stories high.

 In the dark
 I kissed each finger
 on your fine,
 so lovely,
 so tender,
 darling hand.

 You looked
 at me
 and smiled;
 and said;
 'Mmmm, You're a Romantic One'

 I liked
 the sound
 of you
 liking that.
 So
 I stayed
 that way
 forever.