Maybe Someday

Maybe someday in some country like France,
We'll lock our orbs in a pastel trance.
My own in wonder of your unexpected presence,
Yours in recollection of all things past tense.
I'll hold my gaze at your deep blotches of ink,
Reminiscing a whirlpool of memories unable to blink.
You'll shift your gaze at my fingers intertwined,
Another mans hold in mine you'll find.
I'll hear your name, oblivious if it was my voice that called.
By the sight of your companion perhaps I'll be lulled.
With one final fleeting glance digesting all of me,
You'll sport a ghost smile quite genuinely.
All I will do is return your gladsome smile.
To our destined and perhaps unplanned for fates we'll reconcile.
We shall not halt to speak or regret or even miss,
And that final reassuring glance shall be our eternal release.
We'll both turn away in a vow to not glance back.
All memories shared we'll deep within us sack.
This meeting and parting would be merry,  remorseless, and our last.
And in mutual credence we'll be entombed in one another's past.