Wondering

I wonder if in the future,

When someone stops you on the street, and asks how I am,

If you'll know the answer.

If not, I wonder if you'll wonder 

whether I still love watermelon gum and still insist on blowing bubbles.

Whether I still bite my lip when I'm trying not to smile.

Or if still I write poetry.

Will you wonder if I still sing loudly as I get ready?

And do I still stick my tongue out childishly?

Am I still afraid of trusting?

Do I still cry in my car?

I wonder if in the future,

When someone stops you on the street, and asks how I am,

If you'll know how I am.

And if you don't I hope you wonder about me, the way I wonder about you