scribble and written
i'm in iowa
holding hands with people
i only see for funerals
and weddings
this day ingrained in me
someday later
"you'll meet her
the one that believed in me,"
i tell that to my grandmother
over telephone
about the girl i met
who lives in new jersey
"she knows me
she loves me"
i tell my grandmother i love her
and that she'll get to meet her
late spring
in may
we made something of us
that started
with phone calls and postcards
shaky hands
and nervous eyes
you still can't get used to me
looking at you
something i find endearing
we lose track of the days
when we are with each other
in june
in august
in october
and soon in december.
but love
right now
i'm crying
just waiting for us to be
like we were meant to be.
