I met you by chance in the shopping aisle—my old crush,
like the ghost of Christmas past, only prettier, and it’s June.
I know we never went beyond being colleagues,
apart from the occasional coquetry in the cafeteria,
but now that I saw you again, with your kid and a warm smile
on your face with features sharpened by life,
my heart skipped a beat once again.
If only I could recall

your name.