That Someone Was You

your face a blueprint of veins

a bad pop song on repeat

filed away in the abyss of my brain

A little more blurry with each heartbeat

Your words an aftertaste on my tongue

an exotic wine past it’s prime

To old to even pretend to be young

A juxtaposed imperfect rhyme

I heard an echo of a greeting today

From someone I thought I never knew

I just kept walking on my way

Surprised I learned that someone was you