A shared memory / Losing touch

A tiny piece of my past
that makes my face flush red
just to recall it silently.
An anecdote I don’t recount,
nor will I ever wish to.
You, my accomplice
, just a name to me now
in a list of friends
on my laptop’s screen.
Perhaps you wouldn’t remember,
if I saw you today
in the flesh;
Though there’s always the risk
that you might.

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