One Day I Know

One day I know my eyes will look away upon the yonder,
As they do so very often while I’m sitting in the park,
And they will see you walk towards me. Who knows what might take you there?
My waiting will be over as we’ll greet each other warmly
With a hug, a “fancy that” and maybe even make some time
To catch up for a chat.

Will I be dreaming of you as you walk around that bend,
Your smiling eyes creasing in the warmth of shining sun?
Or will you appear there all alone, strolling down memory lane,
On your way somewhere, purposeful and strong?
Will it be on a day that I feel the same way
Or will all our omens still be wrong?

© Emily Page