A Test?

I went to Panera for lunch over the weekend.
I eat so little anymore that small bowl of soup and half a sandwich is more than I can put away!

I sat there, quietly sampling my meal.
No real desire to eat.
But you have to.

Diagonal, in front of me was some lady.
She picked at her food.
There was something familiar.
But there is no memories for me to draw on.
So, I quietly ate and wondered, whom could she be?
No idea.

Swedish flag socks.
Unusual but not unknown in Seattle.
Jeans, winter parka.
Wearing gloves and blowing her nose.
So similar!
Argh!
Dang amnesia .....

I eventually did figure it out.
And having done so, I would not have approached.
No, some things in the past need to remain there.
Even if I could remember!

I doubt she even remembers me.
I was the one she threw away so many decades ago.
So the second time in twenty years our paths crossed!
And luckily no memories were to follow.

Was it a test?
There are no coincidences.
No, no woman ever again will gain my attention.
But that was a bit of a low blow.
To stumble across her once again.
Even without memories attached.

If it was a test, it was not much of one .....
No pride in saying that.
Just that the dead in this case can not be raised ever again.