One of these days I will see you once more
on a street close to home designated by fate
as the stage of a lost first love revived.
There you’ll be, with the lights at your back,
dressed in white, the forever eyes looking
past the earlier venturing youth.
With the dimming lights, after the final act
— before resuming our lives — we’ll exchange
a few unrehearsed lines, the softness of hands
and a smile as we part.