One day I fear
I'll find myself sitting on a dusty sofa
With muted sunrays filtering through dark curtains
I'll have just found an old book I barely recognize
Its corners will be bent, its pages yellowed with age
I fear I will find myself staring at the words written there
So familiar and yet so utterly lost to me
And I will remember you.

I may curse the lines upon my face
crevices that never seemed to bother me before
I may run my palms down my waist
and wonder at the way it used to feel beneath strong hands
I am sure I will ask myself a question
that I know will only bring me false hope
What if I found you again and what if you still loved me?
What if after all these years you and I were really never apart?

One day I fear
I'll find myself sitting in a lonely room
With no company other than dying ghosts
Closing the cover to an old book that no one will read
and trying until my last breath to erase the memory
of the love and loss that found me in those words
and of the smiling young man that I never had
And I will remember you.