It wouldn’t surprise me one bit...
If she walked back into my life...
But...
Not today
Nor tomorrow

But...10,20, 50 Years From Now

She’d want to pick up where
We left off...
Tell our stories of where we’ve been...what we’ve been up to
And she’d know our time apart
Was torture upon my soul...
‘But none of that matters now...’
She’d say

And today
If she saw me
Walking across Antarctica
She’d just keep going
Maybe she’d look back
But I doubt it...

But...10,20, 50 years from now
Who knows...