I will remember

We were two strangers,

two unknowns,
who met late in life
too late, perhaps.

Paths had been decided,
roads already taken.
Our paths crossed:
no names,
no numbers,
no promises,

just letters,

nothing but letters.

It will all be reduced to a dream,
to a memory.
Not even a friendship,
just a memory.

One day I will forget everything;
it will take so long.
Then one day, something will make me remember.
There will be a song, and I will remember.
There will be a book, and I will remember.
There will be a poem, and I will remember. 

One last time, before I die, I will remember