A Familiar Stranger

You beat me to the restaurant

I see you through the glass window seated across an empty chair

Your dark hair that I would brush behind your ear still falls down to your lower back

The dress you are wearing is from the time I took you to my favorite restaurant down the street from my house

And the blush that rests on your cheeks is still the same shade as my favorite pink

Is the person before me the one I used to call mine?

Or a phantom dressed in my favorite memories from a different time

There is so much I want to ask

But where do I begin with a person who was once my Sun and my Moon?

I stumble behind this glass pane as I cross 

Will that world feel familiar or new?

I wish to linger in this uncertainty for a moment longer in fear of you becoming a stranger once more

But you look up and my eyes catch yours

I want to meet the girl I knew from before