meaningful moments

After many years I found her once again. And I told her that I think of her every time I see a tangerine, which is true.

But she didn’t remember the lesson I gave her in high school on how to play Zeppelin’s Tangerine, even though it was the most romantic thing I’d in my life until then.

All she said, perplexedly, was I love tangerines, and we never spoke again. 

Then there was the girl who didn’t remember that we’d had a date.

And the girl who never responded even though she used to write me letters about Toru Takemitsu. 

And then there was the girl who messaged me, but stopped when I showed interest. 

The common denominator is me. This, I see. But this is not an observation about rejection. 

I had meaningful moments with each of them, even though they are unremembered by half. We were together in those moments.

It seems that little to nothing of what I brought to those moments remains inside them, which is ok because it has to be. 

But I remember.