I thought of you today.
I wanted to send you a poem I found,
A poem about Googling yourself,
And about names.
With horror, I realised:
I had forgotten your name.
Has it been so long since last we spoke?
Have we met in silence but not looked up from our phones?
Have we passed each other on the street,
Locked in conversation
With other friends and other lovers
In our lives?
I searched for you on my phone.
What can two thumbs type
When searching for the forgotten?
Not where we first met,
Nor what you do for a living.
Just a surname,
And surnames are useless things
When the name that lives in our heart
Has slipped away
When we weren't looking.
At last, I searched for other poems,
The words "podcast"
Then "poetry"
Then "poem"
Then "here"
And there you were.
Our red thread was intangible,
But not unknowable--
A string of blue characters.
URL.
