I don’t come here often. There’s never enough time. The drive is exhausting, but somehow it’s worth it. Always on my mind.
I try to imagine what it would be like to run into you again. Would I smile, say hello or turn the other way? Or would we be complete stangers?
I like to believe that we both miss each other. Strangers we would not be. I need you, That is all I need.
I don’t come here often. Yet here I am. I look for your car in the streets. As I cross intersections.
You’re never there. Someday I see your car only to be filled by a stranger. You’re never there. I want to relive the past. I want to turn back the hands.
My eyes wonder through crowds, hoping to catch a glimpse of your hair, your smile, your eyes. You’re never there.
I need to run into you. There’s never enough time. The day ends and I must return home. Maybe next week I can come out.
I hope I run into you. I need to run into you. I take one final look around…I know you’re looking for me too.