Conversations with dead people

When i see you
Sitting in the restaurant
Counting complex carbohydrates
I will wonder where it was i knew you from

I will give you my regards
When you turn to go
And in these final parting phrases
I will overanalyze the way your eyes moved slower than before

Winter morning
In the parking lot of my apartment complex
I will be the first to force eye contact
These dashing darting deer in headlight looks are getting tired

From time to time
When i am feeling troubled
I will unfold these letters from old friends and lovers
Thinking fondly of the long agos
The penmanship and perfect strokes
Even though i saved these notes
I won’t pretend i know you anymore

Held in hallways
Caught in corridors
We will speak these warm words
Half empty half full