Sometimes I wonder,
if you would recognise me,
years later.
Where I would come up to you,
with a token of my love,
in a different city, in a different land.
Maybe I will disguise myself.
And I'll be fatter than I used to be,
and older and more tired,
of this life without you.
Would you still recognise me?
While I have made, in my mind,
Every permutation and combination,
of how you would look now and maybe
ten years later. Twenty even.
I would add weight to your body,
and wrinkles to your cheeks.
And present myself with your image,
Older but still beautiful.
But would you recognise me?
I wonder and fear,
that in your ignorance,
will be my death!