Five years from now,
will I be the same?
Will I find I regret you?
Will I forget your name?
Will I stumble on pebbles,
of distant exotic shores?
Will I look into eyes,
and no longer see yours?
Will I be great things,
like loving and kind?
Will I be courageous,
and repair my own mind?
Will I talk of moments,
like then, now and never?
Will I replay the romance
that once seemed clever?
Will I be just the same,
a shell of who loved you?
or will I be a human being,
you can no longer get to?