The pavement hot beneath her
sandaled feet, walking briskly,
leather satchel swinging at her side.
Sitting in their favorite space
preparing the wine glass and
cheddar cheese, her favorite.
A lovely knitting gift, a sunflower
blanket beneath her, allowed
her dainty sandals to slide away.
Her satchel hanging on a nail
placed so long ago for just
that reason, on the old oak tree.
She could barely accommodate
her excitement and wonder,
being with him again this day.
Reverently, longingly, lovingly
she pulled out her hardback novel,
opened it, and there he was.