Pasted Memories.

All sorts of rough jests and stacked odds bandy about , curtailing that which transpired yesterday.

Histrionics aside, how could it be that The Stranger bore an uncanny resemblance to, of all people, You?

My singular utterance 'No' -
Haphazardly; reluctantly;
Unexpectedly reminded of, or imagining, You.

The perpetual present attenuates that of the past. No longer do I tarry about for You.

My resolve will not be absolved.

The chance encounter had but spooled pasted memories.

Tapering gradually, that is how it shall be - a cinch, if scarcely so.