Chance Encounter
Aug 10 2023
He recognized me,
the face, the name
the time we met.
Did he feel slighted
I had no idea?
How, after all those years
it might as well have been
a previous life?
They say forgetting is good.
I'm told that people who can't
are burdened by the past;
their tired brains
sagging with the weight
of mundane biography.
But the conversation was pleasant.
I listened attentively,
and who doesn't think well
of good listeners,
come away impressed
by their conversational skills?
A chance encounter,
and a part of my past
brought back to me,
a vague apparition
appearing out of the mist,
softened by time
and incomplete.
And a moment of connection
in an increasingly fractious world
of alienation
and loneliness.
Most likely, we will never meet again;
a fine gentleman
with a memory for faces,
and I
who can't even remember names.
And if we do
I'm sure I'll forget
we ever met even once.
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