We will meet again
perhaps
when the sun stops rising
or when the moon
turns sapphire blue.
We will meet again
better than we were before,
a bittersweet encounter
to say the least.
We will meet again
wondering why we ever parted
in the first place
(and why we didn’t try harder).
We will meet again
with (blind hope that there is)
enough time on our hands
to pick up where we left off
and truly find each other.
We will meet again
thinking that time has healed us
when in reality it has only
temporarily let us
forget.
We will meet again
like ocean waves
kissing the shore,
only to retract
and come back.
We will meet again
and you will have met someone
who cherishes your smile
just as much as I have
kept it safely guarded
in my memory.
We will meet again
and my heart will be held
in another’s hand
but never forgetting
how you held it so
gently
and
unrestrained,
We will meet again
when we are ready-
when we are meant to be
(or maybe never).
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