When I look back,
I’m scared to say,
“I may remember you.”
There is a fear, that chills me to the bone,
that you may linger here.

In the back of my mind,
twenty years from now
while I lay awake.
Unstirred,
by another man.

As ice circles melt,
As the tulips grow
Days will pass,
My mind will begin to stumble,
But you will linger here.

In some dark corner,
Behind some distant memory.

Until your face,
from my mind is aroused,
and it is then that my thoughts will shame me.

As I feel your breath.

As I see your bright eyes.

I will be amazed,
That even though you were so long ago,

You will linger here.