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.