It’s nothing personal
I’m sure it will come back to me
In a moment
Just who you are, and where we met
And when it was
Maybe ten cars ago
And fifteen homes, and twenty jobs.
And who was I then?
What life style did I favour?
And did we share a pad
A friendship
A marriage
Or an interest in Zen Buddhism?
Or was it when I vowed to change the world
Or ban the bomb
Or further back.
Were we together at school?
And if so – which?
I’m sure it will come back to me.
Don’t cry!
It’s really nothing personal.
There IS nothing personal
Any more.

by H.St.V.B. 1973