It makes me sink
that we have come this far
and I am still unsure of
how you’d remember me?

Would you flinch
when picking out china patterns?

Would your heart stutter
when choosing nameplate designs?

Would your heart place you in conflict
when doing things without the partner
you had dreamt of such minutes with?

Would your mind need to be calmed
if it arose at the mention of my name
or would it skip your attention
without needing to dismiss it as a coincidence?

When I speak of all things certain,
I don’t speak of us

Thus, I am sunk wondering how you’d remember me
Thus, I am sunk pondering how I don’t have a choice

I’d wish, though, you don’t have a choice either
that I always emerge a feeling hard to suppress.