Moiety

If I saw you in a crowded place, 
I would keep walking. 
Strangers to our past.
If you reached out to touch me,
I would make my skin cold.
There are no memories of you here.
You'll dial in the ten digits but, there is no receiving end.
Only static on your line.
A blurry face in photographs.
That's you.
It will all catch up eventually.
Keep moving sunshine.