I should like to get to know you better.
I have thought about you ever since we met.
I have not, in fact, been able to remove from my mind
The image of you,
Waiting for me
At the top of the stairs
Going into the great hall.
The light shone from behind you,
Too cinematic for belief,
Too perfect for verse,
Your silhouette grand,
To my flawed senses
Then I lost track of you. We went our separate ways. I got caught up in the mundane. I needed a job, I needed money. You tried to stay in touch, but I felt so burdened by your communications -- so obligated to repay in kind the generosity of spirit you lavished on me -- that I couldn't bring myself to return the favor. It seemed like any communication of mine would have insulted you with its triteness, its brevity, its lack of depth.
As time went on,
Even as the sound of your voice
Faded from memory,
The vision of you became brighter,
Your eyes looked at me
Full of yearning
Hesitantly, I got back in touch.
I found, to my relief,
That you had been thinking of me, too,
An image of me had fixed in your mind,
You wondered how I was
Longed for contact
Now we are in touch again.
Weeks, perhaps even months can go by, but there is never any doubt that one of us will reach out again, and the current will jump between us.
How I love you.
If only I could see you.