the last time 
our eyes met,
i watched as your mind raced with questions
you might have possibly asked
in another time
and another place.

you looked sad
and tired,
and you recognized me—
but not as the person
you used to know.

some small piece of me
was satisfied by your confusion,

but the rest of me
wished that i had never seen you
at all. 

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