Who am I?

The other day I thought I saw someone that used to be in my life.  I’m still not sure if it was that person or not.  I mean, this city is only so big.  Sometimes I wish I could read minds.  (Key word = sometimes).  I’m sure you never worry about running into me.   Why should I care about running into you so many months later.  Why do I still think about you on a daily basis?  I’m sure I never even cross your mind anymore.