Yet something’s always good to feel —
Of all the things that are surreal:
Us with those mem’ries under seal.

— Gray S. Oldman

He’s got to go, and she must leave
She’ll walk away, he’ll turn around
Another hug, the door is shut
Another glance, that’s it
Still feeling dizzy and confused
They’ll have the time to think about
What made their roads cross again
And if they really did

And maybe one day it’ll arrive
A message in an old glass bottle
No tales, no howdys, no address
Handwritten, “Missing you!”
He’ll know it’s her, her scent on paper
There are no doubts to whom she wrote
He’ll step outside into the rain
And whisper, “Miss you too…”

– Gray S. Oldman