One day, maybe I will see him again.

Maybe in a café, sitting with friends.

Maybe the season of grief will be over.

Maybe he will have faked his death.

Maybe I will be on my way to a concert.

Maybe so will he.

Maybe we will meet outside the concert hall.

Just maybe we will talk and he will be fine.

 

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