"Where Have We Met?"

[butterflydreaming]

That shadow is all you saw when I smiled
You looked up, I smiled
knowing your name
The name you gave to the coffee girl

That was my bus, too; I wasn't
following
but had I been alone,
I would have asked

Handing back your name
like a fallen handkerchief
this innocent lie given credence
"Where have we met?"

     Same stop, and you walked ahead,
     to the same destination

You hate your job today, don't you?

I smiled when you looked up
but all you saw was next-in-line
I stole your name like a fallen glove
Hoping for a chance to hand it back.
...