They may have passed each other a million times, right?
I want to ask them
Can't remember?
In the revolving door
Face to face moment?
Or "I'm sorry" murmured in the crowd?
Or the abrupt "wrong number" intercepted on the receiver?
But I already knew their answer.
Yes, they can't remember.
They would be surprised if they learned
Fate has played tricks on them for years.
Szymborska "Love at First Sight"
When I saw this poem, I knew it seemed to be talking about us. Behind us, waiting, mineral water, portraits, spring, summer, autumn and winter, firewood, rice, oil and salt, we always remember whether the sky outside the window is blue, but we never notice whether the clouds are moving with us.