Although you think I don't know,
I remember it to the day.
I remember every second.
The exquisite torture of not knowing
Was almost too much to bear.
But something was there.
The hurricane's force.
The butterfly's power,
Gently flexing,
Stretching to bring us together again-
And never quite managing.
Soon it will happen, though.
The final stretch.
We will find each other
And somebody will grieve for me
As I have mourned for you.
And you know that.