I’d been searching for her
From year to year,
Without knowledge of a name,
Or location,
Or even an appearance
Or presence,
And suddenly I found her,
Over the airwaves,
And lodged an immediate appeal
For leniency
With the fates that had kept
Us apart thus far,
And in its timely kindness
It granted to us
The opportunity to cement love
To life’s hide,
And hop across continents
Whilst biding it,
And so with thanks in hand
We gladly landed
Upon strands of charcoal runways
That tumbled
Out of the clouded skies
Between us
And greeted each new visit
As if a wish
Were freshly granted and banked,
And used its credit
To get us more time
For the next.
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