We’ll meet again some day, once again as strangers.

We might talk for a bit,

maybe even pretend like we don’t remember what happened.

Maybe we’ll run into each other in a coffee shop,

you with your new love and me with mine.

We’ll act like old friends should,

but your familiar face won't carry familiar feelings.

To know I’ve been replaced is disheartening.

To think about what we once were makes me wistful.

It’s even more sombering to think of what we are now,

strangers.

How can someone who once meant so much

be nothing more than a stranger now?

Emotions now rendered into nothing but memories.

Memories now distorted from my hopeful wishes.

My hopeful wishes abandoned like a coin in a fountain.

Yet even after everything that happened I can’t help but hope

that somewhere, somehow,

We’ll meet again some day, once again as strangers.