It was the rippling in his hair,
the currents which ran through him
and I caught in his riptide,
always wondering if it was true.
It was the crinkles in his skin around the eyes,
years of wisdom and sun-kissed days,
the spaces that I would soon settle in.
It was our passion that bonded us
as we fluttered with every touch
and floating past each other
not realizing how much
we held each other so dear.
Skimming around what our future would hold,
we knew there was a chance
as long as we were both alive.
Our distance was only a pause
as our dreams and memories
held each other close.
A song, a scent, a fleeting moment
bringing us back together.
A movie, a scene of lovers reminiscing,
that could be us realizing
all of our precious dreams.
And now here we stand,
though we never parted.
Our story is still young;
dearly loved, deeply devoted,
our hearts still beating as one.