Strangers

you used to love rainy days.
when we first met
you were
dancing in the rain
your hair soaked.
a bulldozer
couldn't have wiped
the smile off your face.
i asked you if you
were cold,
you said yes.
it didn't matter,
the water felt wonderful.
you said
to try it.
i didn't want to,
seeing the diamonds
in your eyes
i couldn't say
no.
it was liberating
standing there,
perfect strangers.
after a few moments
you told me
your name
and offered mine
in return.
you asked me if i
wanted to get
some coffee
so of course
we did.
i often wonder
whose life
that was.
it's a silly question
to ask
for an answer
i already know.
we were different
people
then.