Maybe someday we’ll meet again
When we are both getting on with age
Our vision not as clear that we have to come closer to each other
Maybe we need to run our hands
Along the side of the cheeks
Grace our fingers on each other’s lips
To remind us of how greatly acquainted we used to be
I might want to cup my hands at the edge of your chin
To feel what the years have done to you
And maybe you’d want to kiss me
Just above my brow like you used to do
And if you ever tell me, “my dear, how we have changed!”
I’ll reassure you, some things are still the same...
=TheUnintended=
11 March 2016
