Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream. And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
– George Linley
What if, years from now, I run into you?
Will you still be drinking English Breakfast tea? (Probably walking over to Capitol Hill).
Could I tell you all the letters I wrote to you, but never sent?
(Because I never knew how to find you).
Does your nose still turn peony pink when it snows?
What about your eyes? Do they still have those emerald flecks of green?
Do you think of me still? (I still dream of you).
What about the scrapbook I made? Do you remember that?
(I still have it stowed away under my bed – in the bottom right corner
next to the book you made me – Why I Love You & Always Will).
Do you wish you would have stayed? (I wish I would have been better).
How is your mom? (Will you tell her I always adored her gentle smile?)
I’ve been thinking about that day in April, when I drove 100 miles to see you,
the sun was shining – I couldn’t even get the rain on my side.
& I keep thinking how I should have fought harder,
how perhaps I could have done more. (I could love you better now).
Happiness is not a choice, unless the choice is you.
So do you ever think about me?
(Because all I’ve been doing these years is missing you).
– Samantha Prasad