Faraway

The connection grew from a photograph of cloudy day,
and a picture that seemed to be of a familiar face,
some silly banter about washing cars and traveling north,
and how one should never house a convertible in a glass garage.

The admission of eating the orange garnish on a breakfast plate,
was a little too close for mere coincidence to have made,
including s’il vous plait in a phrase unlocked your heart,
the serendipities continued to pour and spiral skyward.

How can you love designing and math and not assigning blame,
and pictures of eggs beautrix on my terra bella plate?
You grew up gardening, loving camellias and you even know how to sail,
but how do you know that Little Otter should be my true name?

All I know is that your voice is as soothing as the polar sun,
and that conversations with you are long but never done,
one Spring day we fell in love through a faraway place,
and the skies kept their promise for us to fall in love again face to face.