This is a reminder to myself.
I'll put it in a place I'll remember to look.

When I lift open the cover of a book other than my favorite,
or struggle to reach titles from top shelves, I will be reminded
Of how inadequacy felt when I first met you.

I will be reminded of how slowly your thumb runs across my palm,
Simply by its lingering absence, as I sit silently in an audience
of other symphony goers orchestrating our bereft greetings which lead
To our brief meetings.

This is a reminder to myself of how
Very impolite it is to smile without valid occasion
As I check the clock to see that it is 11:11, and know
That you are doing, smiling, at the exact same
as a reminder to yourself of myself, and the love that
Grows greater between the affirming tock of every second.