Do you ever think of me too?
I wonder; are you a warm,
Nightly summer breeze -
Or chilly and full of colors
Like the autumn leaves?
What are you going through?
Do you tell a tale of tidal
Waves, brave in the face
Of roaring seas - naught
But shipwrecks to chase?
I can’t wait to meet you.
I know not if our love will
Be easy or instant, or if
We’re two broken puzzle
Pieces that’ll somehow fit.
All I know is this -
It’ll have been worth it.