It started with our eyes.
Mine caught yours,
and yours caught mine.
It was friendly
and innocent--
just a quick little glance.
I could not help but hope
that one day
my eyes would catch yours again,
and this time,
they would be acquainted
and we could gaze.
After came our lips.
Mine turned up into a shy smile,
and yours could not help
but copy.
It was friendly and innocent--
just a quick little grin.
I could not help but hope
that one day
my lips would talk to yours again,
with their language, and ours,
and this time,
they would be acquainted
and we could beam.
Next was out ears.
At first, we heard each other,
mostly short phrases.
It was friendly and innocent--
just a quick little chat.
I could not help but hope
that one day
our ears would listen to our lips,
and this time,
they would be acquainted
and we could listen to each other’s stories.
Soon came our noses.
We did not know each other well,
and neither did our noses.
Mine could detect the scent
of Giorgio Armani on your skin,
and yours, a sweet vanilla perfume on mine.
It was friendly and innocent--
just a quick little observation.
I could not help but hope
that one day
our noses would know our scents,
and this time,
they would be acquainted
and a blindfold could not stop me from recognizing you.
It continued with our fingers.
Occasionally, they would linger
and sometimes intertwine.
It was friendly and innocent--
just a quick little connection.
I could not help but hope
that one day
our fingers would be closely clasp
and this time,
they would be acquainted
and our left hands would both wear a ring on out fourth finger.
It ended with our hearts.
They were old and worn out,
but still loving.
The doctors said yours was slowing down,
but you disagreed,
and told them to listen to it
when I was around.
It was friendly and innocent--
just a quick little heartbeat.
I could not help but hope
that one day
our hearts would connect again
and this time,
they would be acquainted
and mine would be still and soundless, along with yours.
