In twenty years from now
I don't want to be just another name
In twenty years from now
I still want to be in your life
In twenty years from now
I want someone to stop you on the street
Ask how you're doing
And bring up my name
In twenty years from now
I don't want your answer to be
"I haven't seen her in ages"
In twenty years from now
I hope you say
"She's waiting for me at home"

And if it's falling that you're afraid of,
we can hide from commitment
and convince ourselves
that we're just friends.
I'll learn the curve of your
smile and you'll connect my
freckles like constellations
and we'll pretend we aren't
falling like leaves in October.

Often, I picture us
holding hands and watching movies,
sitting on benches beneath oak trees,
hearing you laugh throughout the day,
and catching you smile,
when you think I don't see

and all I can do is hope
that when you close your eyes
your mind is filled
with thoughts of me.

I worry there is something broken in our generation;
there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.

I envy those who believe in a God,
Believe in a source of higher power.

For they are merely strange thoughts,
embarked from life by another.