I know that I will see you - again.

It happens too rarely

in Life that we are sure

of certain things.
Neither reason works 

nor logic,

there is no paradigm;

but the complex workings

of the heart have rarely

followed a pattern.

I am uncertain of my tomorrows;

an identity crisis haunting me;

there aren't many things that

I am sure about - except this one.

Don't ask me why or how

For I don't know that now..

But out of all my unknowns,

I know that I will see you - again.

Someday, somewhere -

and I know I would still care.

It could be tomorrow when the sky is uneven

or it could be years until we are sixty-seven.

It could be your favorite blue tee under the pines

or it could be your cane with laughter lines.

It could be a coffee shop

or a mall or the airport;

or it could be the same place 

where I had seen you last - 

across the road.

But I hope I see you later,

much later -

when were both stronger,

smarter and better;

because if I see you now,

I might fall for you again

and you will wash over me 

like the gentle rain.

Don't ask me why or how

For I don't know that now..

But out of all my unknowns,

I know that I will see you - again.