Beads & Jewelry Making

My dear, I do remember the day we met.
Did you think I could forget that day…
A Tuesday it was, in early April,
the air was cool, the breezes bounced
off wavelets in the bay.
The sun for once, was gentle,
not burning yet in tropical skies,
no cloud dared to show its face to
spoil the dome of lapis blue.

Though we had been writing, talking
for what seemed years,
only five months since the
virtual matchmaker threw us together.
I see you still, walking toward me
in the airport, oblivious,
every other person, vanished.
I met your eyes, relaxed as your smile widened…
Our hands touched, our cheeks touched,
You said, I’ve missed you all my life.
My dear, I do remember the day we met.