Hypothetically Speaking

Maybe it's just wishful thinking
To suppose that you've made a glorious recovery.
That we can sit in a stark white living room, with cream trimmings
and look back on days of laughter and jovial playful thoughts.
I would probably be correct to assume that the days of holding my hand while I crossed the street are over
That the only thing left is catching a glimpse of each other in passing, while crossing a busy intersection.
And we wont stop to share a plate of cookies and reflect on hopes and dreams
but share a faint ringing in the ear and we struggle to remember where we recognize those eyes.
And only in the occurrence that we happen to glance in the mirror when we reach our seperate homes, would we catch the gaze of those same eyes staring back at us.
Maybe then we would wonder, for 5 minutes until the phone trilled us alert, if it could be true
If we had actually passed that distant memory on a street corner.
But the moment would pass and we would go our merry ways
not thinking of it much until curious children pull at coat sleeves wondering why everyone else has two sets of wrinkly grandparents pinching at cheeks.