Sometimes I think that I see you. When I’m at a red light or when I’m grabbing coffee in the morning or if I see someone with your shoes. Usually it’s just a glance and it catches me by surprise. It makes my head jolt so I look again and I squint and it’s not you. For half a second I feel myself be disappointed and then I catch myself again. I shouldn’t feel like that. You’re gone for a reason. But I know part of me is always going to look for you in a crowded room.















