Strangers

We are close strangers, you and I
Doomed to a hello and a bye
A knowing smile and a resigned look
Before a re-burying in the book.

Strangers, but not quite.
You and I.

Ours is the dance of the uncertain
Of half-taken steps, awkwardly shuffled
Of a miscalculated how and when
And a pretense at feelings unruffled.

And when they have passed, the years
When we've laughed our laughs and shed our tears
And told ourselves, a life well lived
It may be then
It may be then that you look back
And remember a stranger that you knew
And wonder
Wonder if he remembers you.