Someday, I will be two fading eyes,
Etched in your memory's darkest crease.
And you'll be the sound of my name
Carrying your voice in the monsoon breeze.
Someday when I tread distant lands,
And we have forsaken all pieces broken,
I'll be your figment of "if",
And you will be my trail untrodden.
Someday when we are ages away,
And say a cord is tugged somehow...
Remember me with the stolen smile,
I send to us of then from now.
