In 15 years time,
I'll walk the streets of the place we promised to escape to
and I'll look up at the stars wondering if you see them now like i do,
I'll stumble over cobble stone roads, in the last stages of our memories,
I'll bump into foreign strangers, I'll be in a daze,
I'll smile politely as an apology and they'll do the same,
Time will have almost done its job of healing and erasing,
but in 15 years time, when I turn a street corner,
I'll see your face, ask if we know each other
and you'll reply with, "We promised to meet here,
just 15 years ago, dear."
In 15 years time, I'll fall hopelessly in love with you all over again.