Memories are made of this

Memories are made of this

A meeting in an airport, far away from where I live.
An open heart, so free and willing with love to give.

I remember my first sight of you, at the top of those stairs.
Giving directions to my table, by phone, avoiding all the stares.

You turning that final corner, and seeing you face to face,
Hugging you and kissing you in such an open public place.

A vision of you sitting down, across from me at my table.
A desire to say so many things, if only my voice were able.

After so long, long distance talking, reality is finally right here,
We made an amazing effort, to bring us so near.

There you sit smiling, and its love at first sight,
Encouraged by months of talking, night after night.

So elated by the sight of you, having difficulty to form any word.
202 miles to meet you, as the crow flies, but its not at all absurd.

A car, a bus, a plane, cross land and sea and land.
All for this moment at our table, when I can finally touch your hand.

See your beauty in more than pictures, get how you act naturally.
If we can both be calm enough and bring some rationality.

I remember when we first messaged, the first picture that you sent,
I remember our first phone conversation, and how well they all went.

I remember our first meeting, and each and every time from that day on.
I treasure them, in my heart, and thank you, even though WE are gone.