When we meet,

Will I know that it’s you?

Will you know that it’s me?

 

Wouldn’t it be sweet

If, when we meet,

We just know.

 

When we meet,

Will my fears dispel

Or become more intense?

Will we shirk all pretence

And unmask our true selves?

I hope so.

 

When we meet,

Will we embrace shyly,

Or wildly?

Will we go for the slow burn,

Or jump in with both feet?

I’m curious to know.

 

When we meet,

Will we tread our path gingerly,

Or let it unfold easily?

I know what I’d prefer.

 

But even if cautious and wary

We will overcome

Fear and uncertainty.

As a team we will greet

Whatever grief we should meet.

That much, for sure, I do know.

 

I can feel you in the ether.

I sense that you’re near me

And soon I will touch you for real.

Oh what a treat that will be,

And with eager excitement

I await the magical moment

When we meet.

 

Relephant:

I Don’t Know Who You Are, But I Know Who You Are.

 

Author: Hilda Carroll

Editor: Emily Bartran 

Photo: Public Domain Pictures