Would You? (For N.O.)

Would you rather that I pretend
That I don’t see you?
When you squat
On the dirty pavement of P. Noval
You devise the vilest Tsunami,
Subcutaneous, in me.
And I, sustained, plod onwards,
Shoot one blink your way
And I’m gone, defused,
One tape, one cord,
One sliver of memory
Among the competent,
Glittering millions that scatter
Everywhere around you.
Would you, in your unwitting
Childishness, pick it up,
Even at random,
By accident if you will,
And one day, eras from now,
Confess that somehow
You can tell that it was I,
Your faithful shadow,
Deathless companion,
Who threw that pixel of me
Down at your feet?