Expectant

I remember the first year we tried. It was daunting but we were untouchable, outshining gold. Life was prime and existence was ripe with favor and chances. It's been 20 years since the first try. But our dream of you never died. Every corner we turned, everywhere we looked you belonged to someone else. We thought we'd had you two years before but you slipped away and failure mocked us again. On cue, a divine voice would assure us in the interim, "You will overcome. There will be a successful again."

Now we're here. This is our year. Twenty years older but no less bolder. Every corner we turn we remember the assurance, now a solid promise, and we believe that this must be the day we finally meet you, our dreamt-of. I can tell you I've seen you more defined than ever. Can you see me? I hear you in the bible of possibilities. You are spotted from the corner of my eye and it becomes publicly obvious you are mine. Coveting is dead.

Twenty years later, two have become one now. You welcome me. I was your dream first and I am now spotted behind your windows. I've received the key and I am at home in you.