PERFECT

© RYAN GUILEY

When I stare at the picture it’s not complete,

The oldest and youngest family members,

Are missing, as we both will have a chance to meet,

I love the dress and the jewelry, as we are now in September.

 

The design on the dress is like space craters,

So you been hiding, in outer space,

My love will still orbit or be even greater,

So now the world knows your hiding place.

 

I hope this information transmits to you in time,

How could I possibly send my letter to you?

A rocket?  Maybe with the help of satellite left behind,

I am the one who knew prior, which stands so true.

 

When you receive the letter, send one back please,

But how will I know that it is your writing?

That it is authentic and it’s you at least?

It could just be a computer oversighting.

 

Are there any laws that govern the transmission?

Or are you just a beam of a light in the sky?

Call me any name you want, but people will listen,

There was a reason why we meet eye to eye.

 

In 1984, my school lent me a computer for a day,

Then came a video game system with space games,

Then in 1988, my own computer to learn and play,

It was a 5 ¼” double density with a label for its name.

 

Then in 1990, a computer that had removable drives,

I believe it was 20MB for storage as they could eject,

In love with electronics, but years later there was my prize,

Someone who I valued high and she was just perfect.

 

She is like that last piece of the jigsaw puzzle,

The piece that you waited forever, but has its place,

Actually, she is all the pieces as I won’t muzzle,

I hope this letter gets to you and touches your base.