I can’t remember the first time I saw you. I can’t remember all the times I’ve stared at your photo.
But here, finally, you are now in my life. Not just a presence in my soul, a spirit of memory, today you became real.
I walked the bay with you in mind. I walked the park thinking of you.
I rounded the corner and there you stood. Majestically, pragmatically staring down at me.
Such strength and beauty in your lines. Such grace in your shapes against the sky.
I stood before you. In awe. With the satisfied feeling, after all these years, that you are now finally in my life.