After Years Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz

Some day we’ll meet on a street;
I’ll hardly recognize your face,
You’ll bow your head, I’ll follow suit
And lower my eyes just in case.

We’ll stop for a while to have a chat
And try to recall the last meeting.
You’ll ask, “What happened after that? ”
“Nothing special, I’ve been living…”

You will be very kind and nice,
I’ll touch nervously my glasses,
I’ll say goodbye, you’ll answer twice.
Again, my heart will fall to pieces…