What will be the first thing I say? What will be the first thing I do? Will I cry? Will we embrace? Will I even remember the days I had without him? What will he look like? What will he say? What will be the praise that is on his lips? Will he be the first that I see? Or the second, or the third? In the glory of that day, will words be uttered? Or will we stand motionless? What words will we whisper?
I've often wondered what I'll say when I see him again. "I missed you?" "You beat me?" "Life wasn't the same without you?" "I cried for days?" "I loved you so much?" I think that none of these could so eloquently tell what I would feel and how I would tell him. I guess, after all of the time, we won't have noticed, we will merely say "We're finally here. We're finally home."
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