Longing

"Meet me in Corvallis."
It's our electronic message in a bottle.
And messy though it may be,
Between flights, cars, and a hotel,
It is ours.
The ultimate accord:
Your old stomping grounds
50 miles from mine.
And despite the fact that we both live
Thousands of miles away,
We can come together
Here in this sleepy town,
As we become all the old
Black and white movies
You hate that I love to watch:
Our very own Grant and Hepburn.