If our paths do cross
I hope it is
without my knowing

I hope you catch a glimpse
of my spirit as it was
before you broke it:

beautiful and entirely blind to you.

I hope I never see you
but that you see me;

In a moment of laughter, of joy,
in passing.

I hope that it stops you in your tracks but that you dare not stop me in mine.

I hope you are struck by the familiar flush
of red life flaring off my cheeks

I hope you fool yourself to thinking

I am the same as I once was.

I will never be yours.