Passing.

In passing.
Remembering.
A face, seen in a crowd.
Thinking back.
This is the younger version of you.

With confidence I miss the time we spend.

How are you now?
Where do you live?
Is your child going to school?

Inappropriate questions in my head.
Perhaps.

Wishful the memories of future pasts.
Shared wishes of forgotten dreams.
We talked so much.

In those faces in crowds.
Reflecting memories.
Smoking their last cigarettes.
In memoran when we were free enough to be young.

Tomorrow we will speak again.
Tonight though,
We just passed.