Have we met before?
— Poetry — 1 min read
Everywhere I look, I see recipes from the past.
One part Freshman roommate, one part high school biology teacher, two parts ex girlfriend, and a splash of my first boss. Bake for 27-35 years, rotating halfway, and I swear— "we've met somewhere, right?"
No new friends really means projecting the past onto everyone new. As if you're just the 19th iteration of the universe sending me a new connection.
"Hey, I'm Zack, it's nice to meet you." ("Should I trust you?") "Yeah, been here for a bit over two years." ("Should I want you?") "No, I work for a small startup." ("Should I love you?")
I must not be going out enough because everyone seems like a remix of a remix. Derivative of a genuine soul and more like the TikTok algorithm applied to my past.
You seem familiar but too familiar for comfort.
Special thanks to Christy for collaborating on the ideas