Even now, after all this time
when I see you in the streets
my heart skips two beats.
You haven’t changed a bit
since the last time
you were holding me.
I’ve come to know by heart
the freckles on your nose
or the way you struck your pose,
your countless random gibberish
with that soft voice I’ll always cherish.
Oh tell me now,
how can we be strangers now
if I know you like I know me?
If I love you like I hate me?