a poem a day for a year #365

let's pretend we don't even know each other
so when we idle at a red light
stand still at a party someday
walk in a room
hear a song
it won't remind us
it will just be vaguely familiar
like déjà vu
like tip of the tongue
a flash out in the ether
and it won't hurt one little bit
to never know you again and again
that's the way people do it
they just make believe
and it's not right
it's not wrong
we just think we're going to live forever
and all the time in the world is just sitting there
in a glass
in a smile
in the sunlight halo of blonde hair
in a sentence across the page
in the ink you smudge
a blur over my body