knowing the unstuck

dont i know you from somewhere? didn’t i know you? dont i know you? should i? it’s bothering me, this recognition, like filament stuck between the tooth anf gum. it’s annoying and hurtful and vitaly important to figure out.
did i know you from before? when the skies ran from orange to purple and the breezes of the night carried tunes from the raging 20’s? did i know you from then?