I may come this way again. Some day. It will never be the same me though. It won't be the same you. We may pass each other by. Or, I may never pass this way again. Maybe, you would not too. Maybe the place would have changed. Maybe, I would come and wait for you and leave. And, you would then come by. Or, did you just wait and leave? And, I came after?
This, too shall pass. Or, maybe we will meet. But, not recognize each other for the strangers we have become. Maybe, there would be others with me. Or, others with you. Maybe, we were walking in circles. Like snakes that catch their own tails. Spinning out of control. Round and round, giddy with chasing. Until, we pass out.