remember

Summer vacation is close. How can I tell? Because a picture of a light post against an early evening sky looks like heaven and the Dinosaur Jr. in my ears is SO clear.
Remember the day you graduated from high school? Right, I don't either. I mean I know I was there, but I don't really remember it. I do remember a party later that night. I sat on a hill leading to a cornfield and I remember having my shirt off because of the muggy Iowa air, or because I wanted the young Catholic graduates to finally give in. They didn't, probably because I never asked.
Two days ago I watched hundreds of high school seniors dance and sing and scream their way into post high school life. I think that's totally cool, but I wonder how many will really remember that moment? I wonder why I don't. I wonder who does.
I remember sitting on a picnic table high above the river. I remember wanting to grab her hand with both of mine and squeeze it into me. I remember wanting to kiss her smile and feel the exhale. But I didn't. Maybe that's why I remember.