Two Weeks Later

Too long we had waited
a meeting fierce, as we stood faced:
Assimilated
memories with present day,
photos froze with a changing face.
(Give us half a second’s grace.)

We moved together, without waiting
Half wary of time, half
Anticipating
fierce fears of finding a stranger placed
with foreign thoughts so strangely phrased.
Two minds working in antiphase.
(Still we hold that breath and gaze.)

Like always, it’s I who turn away
Half startled by care - cut short by appreciation,
two weeks a flinch, a fluid second.
Shy as ever, to remember this passing moment
before a gust of people blows you away.
I’ll see you later – you and I say.