There I was, minding my own business, When quite unexpectedly You entered my life. Suddenly you were there, And I remembered. You were always there, Taunting me, haunting me. Was it a dream or was it real? Are you the missing that I feel? Are you waiting, debating wanting me?
Whenever I tried to grasp or clutch Or see your face or feel your touch You vanished from my thoughts, To join my other distant memories.
And then you came to me. I heard you laugh and felt your smile. Your words returned to reconcile A distant promise of the past – For you are real and came at last.
Like gentle rain upon my screen Your words arrived and could be seen, Each word became a magic tear That I had shed year after year.
No momentous announcement, No grand opening sale. I’ll continue doing whatever I do - Minding my own business - Secure in the knowledge that Love is not a dream but real. But close enough to always be What might have been.
