How Strange It Is

How incredibly strange it is,

for a name, a face and a memory

to suddenly appear to mind,

surfacing eerily from the innocent

subconscious, long submerged

under fifty years' succeeding

experience, acquaintances and 

encounters to a surprise presentation 

as though proclaiming: "remember me"!"

And it with a feeling of deep regret

that he is recalled.  As one to whom,

in youth you were unkind. And

then an inexplicable manifestation

leaving remorse in its wake.  The

following day there it is, an

obituary and it is his.  Belatedly,

you hope he enjoyed a good life.