When all this ends

When all this ends,

When everything is reset again,

When I look back from the other side,

When there are no more rules to abide.

Will I find you there, sitting by the window,

With a cup of tea, staring at the birds?

Will I find you there, laughing over silly jokes,

With old books of stories, being read again?

Will I find you there, singing off key songs of romance,

With a smile on your lips, dancing to the songs?

Will I find you there, covered with flour,

With the whisk in your hand, house smelling of fresh bakes?

Will I find you there, with eyes full of mist,

With the photos, smiling through the tears?

When all this is ends, will I lose myself again?

When everything is reset again, will I wear the mask again?

When I look back from the other side, will I lose my crazy self?

When there are no more rules to abide, will my smile not reach my eyes again?