what would you do if you saw me after all these years?
would you fall softly into my arms as though you had never left,
or would all that you know of me already be a distant memory unworthy of retrieving?
it’s your serenity i miss, the thought that you could quiet the city with a glance, that walking hand-in-hand with you was as placid as a summer breeze
i picture this moment, again and again, wishing only that fate would have mercy upon me
that our paths would cross, and we would be taken to that moment once more
and i’d no longer have to wonder what you would do if you saw me,
because i’d know, at last, that you’d longed for this moment, too
