On The Street

Amongst the faces of strangers, a familiar one catches my attention.
As she passes next to me, I turn and call out
“Hannah!”
And she continues past, not even turning her head.
I stop and watch her flit about
like a ghost
in the crowd on 7th Street.
One moment there.
The next gone.
Disappearing behind the body of a stranger,
reappearing further away from me.
I continue to stand there watching, ignoring the angered looks of those
whose paths I have obstructed.
I don’t assume I mistook her for someone else.
I don’t assume she didn’t hear me.
The only thing I can think is

“There goes the woman I loved
and I can’t remember her name.”