I always knew you’d
come here someday

mature woman,
youthful, old soul,
hair of gray,
lovely in
countless ways.

And I knew I’d be
thinking if only
we met

when we both
were younger

and had enough
time to spend
a lifetime together,
soulmates through
the years
and the seasons,

maybe even forever.

But, alas, I know
I was just
imagining you,

but it gave an
imaginative old man
some sweet
and pleasant
thoughts and

another fanciful
might have been.

Bob Boyd