We will meet in the end

I swear I recognize your breath.
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.
Me you wouldn't recall for I'm not my former;
It's hard when your stuck upon the shelf.
I changed by not changing at all.
Small town predicts my fate.
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see.
I just want to scream "Hello".
My god its been so long never dreamed you'd return,
But now here you are and here I am...

Pearl Jam "Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town"