I don't know what I'm more terrified of:

Losing you or us never getting to meet.

Is it possible that after a hundred little memories,

the distracted handholds, and good morning kisses,

one day I won't want to see your smile anymore?

Will the way I lose you be easy or hard?

Will I just walk away, a single tear swiped

from my cheek, the phantom feel of your fingers

flicking it away for me, or will it be a storm,

monstrous, will I recognize myself when we're over?

Will it be my choice, or will fate pry us apart,

two pieces of plywood that should be glued,

not nailed. Is our loss a sacrifice

the world has to take to move on?

Or even worse, what if I never even learn your name.

I don't want to be just two ships passing in the night.

I don't want to touch your hand as you give me my coffee,

unaware that this hand belongs with mine.

I don't want to meet your eyes in class,

pulling mine away without a second thought.

It's one thing to be the person that was,

and another to be the people that never were.