Reminiscing on a late night to the tune of “Even Now” by Barry Manilow.
I reluctantly agreed to part,
you said we were just not meant to be
You proposed, “Let’s meet when we are fifty,
and see how life treats us individually.”
Twenty five years from then,
seem quite an eternity.
With only three more days to go,
I cannot help but wonder what would I see?
Will you be coming alone, or
with two grandchildren tagging by your sides?
Could I have been their grandpa,
who walks with them and bring them out for rides?
“How have you been?”, I would start,
“You look more beautiful than back then.”
But since you’ve left for paradise,
tell me, when will I truly see you again?
I really miss you.
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