I Still Look for You

To The Lady on the Train,

Do you know that I still look for you?

Even in the most impossible of places, my eye looks to catch a glimpse of you in the distance. Perhaps a tumble of curls and the swing of your arm or a turning of your face toward me? There are times I see someone who might strike some remote resemblance to you, in a certain light, from a particular angle, or if you squint and imagine...

But no, you are not in these impossible places. You are not at my local grocery store. You are not at the park near me. You are not waiting to walk with me. You are not in the station and you are not on the train.

I look for you but you are not here and so I look for you in others. I search for you in every person. I search for you in strangers.

No one else draws the universe with the freckles on their skin.

No one else changes the angle of light so it brightens a room.

No one else says my name so that it sounds like the beating of my heart.

No one else has eyes that shine, are as deep, and change like the sea.

No one else changes gravity, making everything light.

No on else is you. No one is even close.

I still look for you. I will always look for you.

The Man in the Station