Small world

I imagine some day four years from now you will find me in a book store

1'll have tattoos and new piercings

but my vanilla perfume will be the same

you’ll glance at me although I’ve already noticed you

while i stand in an aisle of romance novels

your heart knows me and mine knows yours

I will say ”long time, stranger“

knowing you, you will apologize

i'll wish you well

even though I’d want you to stay

before you go to leave

I’ll say ”don’t feel guilty, we were only 17.