I have seen you on the bus, in a crowded room and in a car. I thought I found you once in high school- it was certainly the closest I got to you.
So many songs make me think of you, when I am alone I long for you.
If I indulge in imagining you, I think you are blond with blue eyes- but I have seen you take on a handsome form with darker features. You are certainly smart, funny and loyal.
I sometimes wonder if I will ever find you- maybe that‘s ok. Possibly my life lesson is a more solitary nature- and there is certainly more to life than you.
But still my eyes will scan the crowd, I will search for you with every new acquaintance – and someday, if I am lucky- you will appear in the flesh.
I will keep vigil for you and wait- not as a nun in a solitary cell waiting for the grace of God, but as an engineer of old, who throws more coal into a furnace to keep a train running.