Remembering faces, attempting to put names to them,
wondering where we met - the circumstances.
Talking, mentioning places we frequent or have in
the past - still coming to no conclusions on where
or how we met and knew one another.
Apparently we'll put it to rest for now, maybe later
it will come to mind when we're no longer thinking
of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem