The Day We Meet

When I think of myself

A few moons ago

I see a girl

With my nose

and my name

And my love for coffee

And we have nothing else in common

 

And so I have decided

I will love everyone I meet

Even the ones who hurt me

For tomorrow, next year, next week

They might be someone exquisite

 

So, dear you,

I love you

And I will love the you

That you become

Until then, I look forward 

To the day we meet