Maybe we’ll share coffee again someday

in our favorite cafe.

And maybe we’ll hold hands, we’ll see.

Just the thought of it makes me giddy.

Maybe I’ll stare into your actual eyes

and not the screen.

Someday I’ll wake up

and know you’re not a dream.

It might soon, but maybes lie

But I still hope, don’t ask me why

Or when or how

But when this is through,

I will see you.