I know one day I'll loose you.
Even though I tried to hold you tight,
Not with my hands but with my heart;
Still I know we'll drift miles apart.
Our memories will be the leftovers,
Which will be tarnished by time;
They'll be tortured till they fade away,
Then maybe one day,
We'll cross each other's paths, while walking down the road.
Without smiling or saying 'hi',
We'll just stare at each other, wondering, "am I familiar with those eyes?"
And in a moment, we'll walk past each other,
Without even waving a goodbye.