When on an evening such as this,
Sitting beside a window, watching tail lights of cars on unknown journeys...
Would you put aside your cup of tea
And even for a moment, think of me?
Or when you're walking across,
A field of dried grass and cloying summer smells and ancient saguaros
Would you stop and imagine
Fleetingly perhaps, how it could all have been?
And let's just say, you had some time...
Maybe, even as you wait for the traffic lights to change?
As someone dealt out the cards for bridge or a pause between reading your morning paper
Does anything make you smile?
Some memory of us?