What if I see you again?
Will I turn the other way?
Or will I stop in front of you,
and ask how you got away?
What if I end up striding right past you,
acting like strangers who didn’t know each others pasts or days?
But what if I never even get the chance to think about doing any of that?
What if I never see you again?
Will I still spend every moment thinking of you?
Or will I end up forgetting about what we had, and start fresh with someone new?