We've Met Before.

I saw you in my dream last night.

Or was it you?

See, it's the slant of your lips the way you lisp

Something about the way you speak

Stop--I must not know you anymore I'm forgetting I'm forgetting

Hanging onto the first second our eyes were meeting

The grey space in that one second I cannot name it

But it was filled with a mystery of such familiarity

You stranger, don't mind that laugh behind my eyes,

This formality is humorous to a part of me

That knows you quite well

And sometimes,

A stillness guised in discomfort

Shows me the same unknown

Of, you

Who are you?

Something about the way you limp gets me a certain type of way

A brief brush upon that other axis

Do I know you?

No, NO stop forgetting stop the unlearning!

it's getting dangerous.

You must play your part

There are rules to this game

You have duties

But what if the duties are just maxims

Planted in my soul by my very own self

A mischievous one

From long ago,

Way before I was ever born

To help me remember

That to live is to suffer?