Someday you will read these lines
long after I am gone,
-- maybe you will stumble upon them
when looking for lost memories,
-- but more likely, you will find them
quite by accident, tucked inside
and old book you thought to throw away.
I do not foresee you mourning long,
nor wondering what might have been,
-- but maybe as you read these lines
you might think of me,
-- if but for the fleeting glance
that nostalgia might allow,
so that you might then indulge.
Maybe you'll smile, just once
and have a fond word to say,
-- or shake your head recalling
that once, I could make you sigh.
-- long before you looked too close
and saw
that illusions were not enough.
Someday when you read these lines
in your careless, hapazard way,
in between the morning clean
and your sipping jasmine tea,
maybe you will take the time
to just once remember me
as I always remember you.