(Hi it's nice to meet you my name is)

It happens all the time.



I meet people who already know me.



Recognition of a long-lost cousin
(with an apologetic photo taken to prove to their relative that, yes, indeed, she has-I have-been found),
or that girl who served them steak at that other steakhouse
(while I was serving them steak at this steakhouse...how that works I have no idea),
or a
troubling resemblance to an old best friend who caused that civil war because of the straightener that never got returned, or
the girl
that was at that party that they meant to talk to but never got around to taking the plunge...
an ex-girlfriend from a distant state (they're still good friends he assures me) or simply
a person
(you look so familiar...)
whose name
(I swear I've seen you somewhere)
has been lost in the sea of
faces
(you look just like just like my past)
tracked through life.

Let me paint a new picture
let me show you that
we are all alike
in our borrowed glory, our
reflected sunlight
but
you haven't met me yet.

(Hi it's nice to meet you my name is)