To, Too, Two (Poetry)

I met you once —
way back in nineteen-ninety-two.
You won’t remember it
and I don’t expect you to.
I was one of many
while you were simply you.

Funny. Here we are again —
me and (yes!) it’s really you —
the very same but different
and somewhat older, too
but you (naturally) still do
that famous thing you do.

And me? If you
should ask politely who
I am, I’d smile and tell you to
think back to nineteen-ninety-two ...
Too long ago? No glimmer of recall?
That’s understandable. The chances are
if you’d been someone else
I’d have forgotten you
                                too.