Its fun to think of running into you.
down at the grocery store,
the parking lot,
or maybe even the train station.
seeing you smile and
starting up a small conversation with you
and it ends up with a 'see you later' kind of thing.
or wishing even further,
imagining us at the dinner table
talking about each others lives
trying to catch up.
i can conjure up all kinds of scenarios,
make up stories in my head
about seeing your face again,
and creating a life with you in it.
reality is that you're gone,
and there's a slim chance I'd see your face again,
let alone even hear your name.
but it's time to face the truth.
i will never be with you.
