Aura 7 Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is a person
whom you meet
just this morning
in the market place

your eyes meet
and you want to remember
yet you cannot

and you stop walking
and this person walks fast past you
and at a distance
looks back at you but you cannot still
remember
and he cannot remember too
and so both of you leave

you must have imagined
that both of you are aliens
and here you are
still alienated in this world
where you
find yourselves in
a common ground yet
without memories
and living with some other people
that you never like...