She Looks Familiar

i see someone on the street
that i used to know.
at least
i think i knew.
it looks like that person.
but i say nothing.
she looks up,
looks me in the eye.
there's something there.
is it someone
that i kissed, or loved,
or lived with.
maybe we were married once,
had children,
a house with a white
fence.
a dog, a garden.
i'm not sure anymore, the
lengthening years have suddenly
become a blur.