An Ode to Remembering

It is that time of the year again
The last of the merry months
When city lights fill
The spaces between us
Like an immeasurable vastness
Stretching for miles
Across the horizon
The imaginary line

When carols echo
Still in all its sadness
What our song could not do
What you figure
In the absence of
The familiar melody
What I fear
You knew

The past
With all its handcrafted
Towering towards the moon
In a bitter afterglow
Against will and reason
I remember

But what use of it
When you are faceless
We strangers
With no name
Like two people walking
Bumped each other
And went on
Their separate ways


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