Something tells me you will come back one day.
It's in the way you tell me you will be in touch.
In the way you question me if I have someone new,
incessantly, I might add,  and to the rhythm of jealousy.
It also comes in the way you still tell me I'm beautiful,
and how you long for me, how you think of me in all you do.
But we are at a time when love forbids.
And the only thing you can do is drop subtle hints.

You will come back one day, and I will be here,
because I always remember what I lost,
and I always have faith in what will return.