If she returns...

...from oblivion, from close yet so unreachable, there might be a million things I'd say.

Or maybe I'll say nothing at all, cause if she returns, what I say means shit

Or means loads, but all will be unnessecary.

Cause when, -if-, she returns it means

The hatred has gone or at least

will be burried and the need to talk, chat, shout, fight

long gone.

And I'll cry and the guilt

won't go away, but I'll cry and

welcome back everything that was before and I'll

be grateful that she forgot, or forgave, or

chose to pretend that none of it matters anymore.

"If" she returns, not when, and if is

so unlikely, I

can only hope we'll one day

be strangers, not

enemies.