After twenty years I will recognize you, br when you wait at the airport for me. br I will recognize your green-brown eyes, br your autumn hair br falling on your shoulders br and the way you draw your mouth, br br even your perfume will welcome me, br the way that you throw your hair back br and it will be as if I am breathless. br For hours long I will look at you, br catching the sound of your voice br finding meaning out of small things.