You say you knew me when,
but when you say you knew me
that wasn’t quite me you knew,
nor for that matter were you you,
were you?
If we could travel time
as in certain confusing films
to moments when we intersected,
would we recognize one another?
I can’t say.
Perhaps in the future
things will become clearer,
we’ll see each other more fully
and finally know some truth.
It could happen.
In the meantime,
why don’t you give me a call?
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