By Veronika Macy
He has waited 17 years for her.
He has watched and waited for her arrival
And now she is here.
Their hearts may stitch together now,
Like they did all those years ago.
Their hands may meet
And their kiss may be sweet.
How he has missed her.
They may laugh in each other’s arms
And they may live in each other’s smiles.
Between them, there has lived countless miles
And now they may meet.
After 17 years she has not changed
And her eyes still feel the same.
He may hold her cheeks
And wipe her tears
And comb her hair with his slender fingers.
He has remembered every detail of her.
He has kept her memories in his pocket,
Carrying them, cherishing them, protecting them
Like a pressed flower.
He has remembered how she likes her coffee
And her favorite time of day.
He has kept her favorite rings
And her favorite songs to sing.
He has lived in her colors for 17 years
And now she is here.
And she has not changed.
They may sleep in each other’s arms
And piece together the bits of their lives
Where they were not together
Like a tattered puzzle.
He may kiss her eyelashes
And touch her knees.
He may give her the sun and its breeze.
He has kept her shoes and her socks.
He has kept the memory of her neck
And the bend of her elbows.
And now he can have her voice
And new stories.
He may listen to her breathe
And the pattern of her heart.
And after 17 years it all sounds the same.
They may hold their lives together
And plant new seeds
Watering and feeding the greed
Of finally having each other.
She has arrived like wind carries a feather,
And after 17 years
They may be together.
* “Lovers” is copyrighted © by Veronika Macy 4/28/2022
