The Patient Past

She appeared
as if from nowhere,
anywhere but there
or here.
No, I did not know her
or her me,
as unlikely as it seems.
Then - would have made
this - impossible.
Such a distant, patient past
waiting for us to be.
Knowing then
what we didn't
until now.

Then she appears
as I lift my head from sleep.
Anywhere but here seems likely.
No, she is there, still.
Or, is that me?
She wakes
and smiles in my direction
this melty, fuzzy, butterfly filled, perfection.
Such a sight to see that
waiting for it to happen
makes me believe
I want to fall asleep again
with anticipation.