Picture This.
In 10 years I bump into you on the street.
I say hi, you say it back.
I ask how your life is.
You tell me about you wife and kids.
And when you do, it will break my heart.
Not because I don't want you to be happy.
Because that's all I want.
But because 10 years ago...
I pictured somebody else asking you how your life is
And you would tell them about me.
P.G.L.
