This poem has been revisited often in the past few months. The original poem can be found here: Nous Avons Tout Le Temps Pour Nous. This final version below can also be found in Coffee Shop Sessions III: In the Arms of Love.
in the crowded city streets
sinking further on a midsummer’s night,
flooding puddles inch higher
as tiny tragedies.
can i make it there in one piece
or will he see the disaster that is me?
reaching for the door,
i let out a ‘just breathe’
then gingerly step into the world
where we’ve arranged to meet.
will this turn out exactly how it should have been?
i still believe that timing is everything.
standing to greet me,
his butterflies swarm from first sight.
yet my nerves have rattled for hours
ever since i stepped onto the international flight.
our smiles start to ease
as we embrace the shared space.
so many questions begging for relief
but we’d rather sit and stare into each other’s face.
soaking up this anticipated moment,
we catch eyes between sips of our coffee & tea.
although he doesn’t believe in fate or destiny,
i know this was all meant to be.
i let him take his time,
process all the angles of view,
tell him we’ll start with all the things
we had planned to do.
and we will.
we have the time.
we have all the time.
we have all the time for us.