I barely remember the first time we met, but
I do remember that when she said hello, and
it was a voice that sounded like love and I
didn't know that love could be my food and
drink, the sun all day, my dreams at night,
my thoughts all day, and the words of my
poetry, and my tears because we have been
apart for so long.

She is my hopes as I read her letters to me
and my joy when I learned that all of those
years apart did not fade her memories, nor
the lines of our dialog, nor vague the dates
and places that we used to hide away from
the world to kiss and feel each others lips
and skin.

My hands still remember all of the contours
and I can still feel her touch from when we
were so young and I am so glad that we are
like singing birds free to fly away in search
of other songs. but always eager to return
to one another because we both had a dream
of love and that dream of love we will look for
in hidden places of the future, in the secret
places of our hearts.