I hope, twenty years from now, you’ll stand in line at the store, lost in your own thoughts, and feel a tap on your shoulder.
I hope the face of a friend from years and years ago will greet with you with a smile and a warm hug, and ask you how your life has been.
I hope they’ll laugh at your stories, and tell you how great you look, and mention my name.
I hope, with all my heart, that you will not say
“Oh, her? I haven’t seen her in ages.”
“I almost forgot about her!”
“Ah, she.. that didn’t work out.”
I hope, instead, that they see a gleam in your eye,
A joy in your heart, as you say,
“She’s waiting for me at home.”