will you think of me ten years from now, when you’re looking down at city lights, with a pretty girl by your side?

will you think of me twenty years from now, when your youth is fading, and the suburbs never felt so constricting?

will you think of me fifty years from now, when your kids have kids, and you feel life slipping away?

will you think of me one hundred years from now, when all we are is bones and dust, with no regrets other than each other?