it's funny, but

you remind me of
someone, someone
i used to know
back in the eighties,
she says, touching
her fingers along my
face. something
in your eyes, that
blue green, the
way you speak,
the way press your
lips to mine.
maybe it was
me, i say, maybe
i'm that person.
no, she says. he
died a long time
ago, so it can't be
you. i take her
hand and put it
against my chest.
i don't feel
anything she
says. there is
no heartbeat.
and she smiles
then cries, i can't
believe it, it
really is you.