The First Meeting

You enumerate the number of times you got lost driving

through cities you have lived in your whole life

and I tell you how good I am with directions -

balance.

You tell me that you remember me

through life that's constantly happening to you.

I tell you of all the little things that remind me of you,

and trust me there are a million -

from the green of the leaves that match the green of

your shirt when we first met,

the crooked way the river turns like the curve of your

lips.

Are we made for each other?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But in this moment does any other thought elate me

just as much?

No, definitely not.

How do I meet you for the very first time again

and unknow you completely but still remember.

Still remember how it feels to hug you and to hold your hands.

Go through life holding a thousand different people and still crave

the warmth that only your arms hold,

so that when we finally meet again and

when you run to me,

and I run into you

I know.

I know that you're the only home for me.