It cannot be and yet
you are not with me
you don't feel

what I feel and if, if
we will meet
who knows where and how
the chance seems small
will you quickly look behind

long enough, as if
you didn't see me
or will you ask how I am
what I'm doing, and as if
we were old acquaintances

simply wish me, in the middle
of the street, the very best
one day, maybe?