almost late
a stunning view of the vibrant city
black and white
with cold fingertips grazing
the melodies & harmonies arise in memory of what was once us
every day. . .
thoughts of you.
"put your hand in mine"
memories of us.
"you know that i want to be with you all the time"
hopes that you still think of me.
"you know that i won't stop until i make you mine"
dreams that you will come.
"until i..."
a longing to love and be loved.
"make you mine"
beyond the door.
a silence follows. . .
an instant wave of simultaneous
heat and chill.
time stops.
memories become present
as dreams become reality.
softly hesitantly towards a long-awaited prayer.
it's you.
it's you.
i know it is you.
i need no proof.
it's you
and you are here.
i open the door, slowly
and see those pale blue-gray eyes.
the beautiful soul i fell in love with
all those years before. . .
the universe expanded
and everything stopped for us.
stars bursted and skies sang.
warmth.
that look of love
. . . home.
nothing else mattered. . .
home. . .