27 years in, one heart out...

My/Schrodinger's cat

i may think of you in a thousand years to come
if a thousand years will come to me at all
and nobody can know if those years will come or wont
or if your years for me will come, or wont, or any body else's
he, my instance is with me and will be always
(i think i know this, at least if thoughts are lasting for thousands)
but curiosity of you, kills my cat, dead or alive within a thousand
surely you'd let me know though, surely

thousand thousand thousand

and then you could be either