everything i ever had

I always worry that i’ll become a stranger to places i called home years ago.
That maybe people will forget or i’ll lose them without having said what needed to be said.
Life rolls on. It will always roll on. Even if you can’t fathom how.
It will.
But sometimes theres nothing to say except “i’ll be seeing you.”
Maybe not tomorrow or this year — maybe not even this life.
This song has been a favourite of mine for well over a decade.

And to all of you who are long from me,

“i’ll be seeing you.”