To Dream

maybe one day i'll see you

at a class reunion 20 years in the future

you'll have gotten taller than i am in heels

your hair will no longer be curled and bleached but

your eyes will still hold the secrets of the universe captive

& i will finally admit i no longer hold the key.

maybe one day i'll see you

at the sandwich shop we always went to together

you won't notice me entering but i'll recognize you instantly

your voice washing over me as you converse with the cashier

the card in your hand that was always used on me

finally buying you something for yourself this time

& i will finally watch you be at peace.

maybe one day i'll see you

at a metro stop in the middle of rush hour

you'll be smiling through the crowds & chaos, 

laughing with strangers like you've known them your whole life

before your eyes flit to mine & the emotions of

our history - friendship & love - flash before me

& i will finally let you go to be happy.

maybe one day i'll see you

at the 24-hour diner i always dreamed we'd meet at

i'd watch you over the top of my laminated menu as

your hand covers hers gently, leaving space for 

the ring on her hand to proudly sparkle and properly breathe. i'll smile 

as a tear slides down the list of milkshakes

& i will finally admit that love wasn't enough this time.

but 

maybe one day i'll see you

in your natural state; a place of unfiltered happiness as the

knot and tie on your soul tugs at you,

making you look up, &

maybe one day you'll see me too. 

 

IceGalaxy

VA

16 years old

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