If the stars were rewriting their wording
and the world started slowly blurring
you forget me, and I forget you—
the notion of us in a haze of amnesiac blue.
If I jostled past you in a crowded space,
and you thought you recognized my face
would something in the knowing glow,
like someone from not so long ago?
If you nodded beneath the rain,
a glimpse into what you can’t explain,
would you turn and chase after me,
grasping at a thread of a golden memory?
If I were a stranger in your sight,
would you still see me in the same light—
a trickling remainder, undefined
of lives once intertwined
I believe if I were a stranger
there’d be a crestfallen light of remainder
but would you shout or refrain
from calling out a word that sounded like my name