Oddly Familiar Strangers Poem by Patti Masterman

Recognizing strangers is a strange way to remember
Other faces one once knew, upon a far December.
The light falls on familiar things, but now unknown to me;
Mind forgets the outlines soon, of things one never sees
But might recall if prompted, a slight movement of details;
A toss of head, or twinkling smile, of what once was known well.
And soon we're right back there again, to days ‘remember-when’-
But recognizing strangers is a strange way to begin.