Seems we met some place before.
A face so familiar,
but beyond that, just mystery.
Did I know you?
Faded memories or a touch of déjà vu.
A tangible existence,
Or maybe just a phantom fabrication.
Could I know you?
There's always the probability.
But the possibility,
Those are fleeting odds at best.
Will I ever know you?
If given the chance?
An olive branch for knowledge.
To a stranger, from a son.
