And if these paths collided

We might speak of many things
Masters of small talk are we
I'd inquire after your family
You, my career

And we would sip our coffee
Mixed with insecurity

Maybe you would ask
If you caused this cynicism
And I might reply
You were the final coating

The finishing stones
of this cold wall

And finally, I would rise
Unable to sit another moment
Confronted by
The one who got away

And we would rise
Quickly I would turn away
For you to not see the tears
beginning to finish falling

Or perhaps you'd take my hand
To stop me from retreating

And all I'd say to you
As I'd kiss you goodbye
That I will always love you
Until the day I die

06/05/2006