After we meet

Which one are you?
I’m sorry it’s not kind
But honey,
I’m not a patient soul
So which one are you?

It might be the eyes
That remind
Of other ways
And earlier days
It might be the walk
The air of yesterday’s talk
So I’m sorry if it seems
Too hasty and throwaway
But which one are you?

All these tears
Really washed away
Those years
Like stones tumbling
From the shifting banks
Of memory
So you need to know
I’m not a patient soul
Which one are you?

And on the surface
Reflected in an oily sheen
A myriad of chances
Always someone else’s dreams
It’s just a puddle, man
But for a moment or two
All of the world is waiting there
So which one are you?