I walked past you today. Anonymous. How long has it been? Months? Certainly not years. Is your memory that bad? Or am I easy to forget? I guess I've changed. And so, apparently, have you.
It was busy in the food court. Waves of human voices, the click and hiss of coffee machines, the UEFA Cup on the big screens. You were in that grey suit and skirt, scarlet blouse, hands clasping a take-away coffee like a life source. I said hello. Used your name. You walked right past. Didn't say a word. I ceased to exist.
I walked right past you today. I never said a word. It's been more than a year. You've really changed. And now, sadly, so have I.