last night on the underground,
icaught a glimpseof somenone,
and for one swift moment,
i thought it was you.
but it wasn't.
...
no matter how far you have pushed the past away,
no matter how many times you've told yourself you had forgotten,
no matter how much time has passed,
it's always there, i guess,
lurking in the dark corners of your mind,
waiting to reemerge again whenyou are unaware,
whenyou let down your guard.
then you realize, once again,
that you cannot ignore that past,
because it's what makes you who you are today.
...
i will imagine, at times, what would happen if we meet again...
i wouldn't be angry, wouldn't be sad, wouldn't be upset, i'm sure of that.
i would look into your eyes, smiling.
if i ask whether you are happy, i would ask it out of concern, really.
cause i do hope you are happy, loved, and, above all, mature.
cause if not, there's no chance of us meeting - i know you well enough, baby.
well, i could only imagine,
and imagination wouldn't change anything.
#1 By Life Goes On on 2007-03-10 23:22