sometimes i think of those people, who touched my life briefly and vanished
when a current life incident triggers a buried memory
when a word, a song brings forth a face to my mind
when i am traveling and have nothing to read
i think of them
and wonder about where they are today
and why we fell out of touch.
i don't miss them
not like i would miss some others
but i would still like to say hello sometime.
just for old time's sake.
underneath the mango tree
there was a girl
waiting, waiting, waiting ...