Past Lives

I think I remember you,
she said,
I think we’ve met before.

Perhaps it was when I was young,
she said,
and before my heart was sore.

I don’t remember meeting,
he said,
although I really can’t be sure.

Why don’t you sit down,
he said,
and talk to me some more.

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