the things we do for the first and last time

never knowing

rooms we enter or leave, never going back again

the people we might have talked to

but didn't when we turned corners

we never remembered

roads we never had a chance to get lost on

the lives we didn't live

and the lives we lived never knowing

the hundred thousand times

we were never seen in return

lips we kissed in dreams

whose eyes we never met in daylight

scent of a neck we could never exhale

all of this haunts me now

the way spring haunts snow

I never remember my dreams

I wonder if they ever remember me