As you fluttered in my future, fled throughout my lifelong past I expected every spring to bring you to my arms, to my side. When the autumns started coming thick and firm and fast, I never once gave up believing you'd arrive with winters passing, you would be here as the moon fell. As the sun rose we would clasp hands at first, then bodies closing up that awful gap that life without a life long partner leaves between the noon and night line. Once or twice perhaps, but never long enough to leave you languishing in some dream that wasn't mine. I was blessed with growing knowledge, something whispered do not worry, it will happen, it's been planned.
Nothing here is happenstance.
Do not hurry. Do not pause to catch your breath. Afterward the same affection that I saved, assigned to you only grew. I was waiting, you knew the rest. A nocturne for The King of Naples, A serenade or two for those who got me through some fearful midnights.