You whizzed by me.
I must have felt a breeze, but it barely registered.
Such is first meetings, in all truth, dear.

The second time we met I remember
Only because I was proud of myself
For pairing the right name with your face.

Third, I can't remember,
Exactly. Sometime
Sitting around that table -
I know now you must have
Wielded chips as stage props
And used too much chocolate syrup.

Fourth, too. Fifth -
Those are gone.

How can I hold you so precious today
When I knew you so little for so long?