Baby, You Will Never Be Lost On Me

you still seem like a dream. 
did you see the rose I left on your stoop?
or did someone beat you to it?
maybe the fateful wind blew it away.
and it's okay. 
because if it was meant to be.
then it will be. 
and who the hell knows.
maybe we will meet each other again.
on the long road to death. 
or we will cross paths.
in the next life. 
do things differently. 
and hopefully better. 
maybe end up together.