perhaps many years from this day
I will stumble across you
not the actual you,
the you with eyes as brown as mine and
hands that reminded me how to feel

but some other form of you

a ticket stub from that one movie we saw
a couple of months ago
we sat in the back so that no one would know
we spent our time sharing kisses
instead of watching the movie
that we evidently paid eight dollars
and fifty cents each
to go see

or a password on the computer
I never bothered to change
our initials and the date
I couldn't forget if I tried
are still the only combination
of letters and numbers
that have ever completely made sense to me

perhaps many years from this day
I will stumble across you
yes, you, the actual you
with some other girl under your arm
gleaming up at your brown eyes
your hands laced together
as if it had only been her
all along

I will stumble across you
on a busy city street
you are with her
and I am alone

but I will stumble across you
and I will smile.