Once, we talked like old friends
And became new friends, but
You had to go because you were
Preparing to move out the following day,
And you said you may not be
Around for a while.

And winter melted into another
Damp but indistinct spring,
And then with the summer
You reappeared as if you had
Never left...

I can't have dreamed it all though,
Can I? The instant connection
And the feeling that I had met
Someone truly special?

Surely I can't be the only person
Who can remember meeting
Someone wonderful once when
She returns from the wilderness
Of uncharted cyberspace.

I know I can't say things like this
Nearly as well as you can,
But it doesn't make my feelings
Any less strong, or my frustration
At your inability to remember me
Any less real.

Perhaps I shouldn't expect you
To remember someone
You talked to only once.

Perhaps I shouldn't have let
Myself believe you really
Would want to talk to me again.

Or maybe I just delude myself
Into thinking that I find
People I can really be at all
Important to.

01/12/2003

Author's Note: Even if you read this, you probably won't know I'm talking about you.

Posted on 01/12/2003
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