Homecoming

When I see her, I may cry.  

To have her really there after so many

   imagined reunions,

To see her beloved face, her smile,

   the light in her eyes,

To watch her walking to me, eager for

   our first embrace after so long -

Then I will know I am truly home,

And I may cry.

When I hear her voice, I may cry.

Even over the phone half a world away

   her voice enchanted me,

To listen to her laugh and sing, and

   talk about everyday things,

And tell of miracles I have missed,

   and hear her delight in life,

Then I will know I am truly home,

And I may cry.

When I touch her, I may cry.

To embrace her and hold her close at long last,

To feel her softly fitting against me

    just right,

To breathe the scent of her hair,

    and kiss her sweet mouth and taste her lips,

Then I will know I am truly home,

And I may cry.

When we make love, I may cry.

We will talk, and touch, and remember

   pleasures together,

And kiss as we have learned

   from each other to do,

Then we will be together in love, surprised,

    even after all these years.

And I will know I am truly home,

And I may cry.