Today, I saw somebody that I used to know. Didn’t I?
Passing me by. On the train. I think.
Looking older. Still as beautiful as I remember. Wasn’t she?
Me, just sitting there. Looking. Waiting. Doing nothing. The way I do.
She walking by. Looking me in the eye. Recognizing me.
Didn’t she? Smiling. Happy to see me.
Wasn’t she? Making me feel… Like she used to make me feel.
She did. Making me feel warm, happy, longing. Wanting to reach out, talk to her, touch her. Get to know her again.
Too late. She is gone again. Yes, she is.