Recognition - Poem by Gert Strydom
After twenty years I will recognize you,
when you wait at the airport for me.
I will recognize your green-brown eyes,
your autumn hair
falling on your shoulders
and the way you draw your mouth,
even your perfume will welcome me,
the way that you throw your hair back
and it will be as if I am breathless.
For hours long I will look at you,
catching the sound of your voice
finding meaning out of small things.
Do I dare to tell you
how much I yearn for you?
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