Once

A confused girl walked on the streets of a little city
romanticizing every sound of her steps, even
as she always did while not listening to her brain

Confused about the fact that it wasn't raining
about late nights in the heart of that little city
where she had met so many new faces and forgotten their names immediately

and confused about the fact that
the brown-haired guy playing the guitar
in front of a romanticized café
looked nothing like the dozens whose names she had forgotten

For once
she thought she would remember his name
upon a time