I think about how
you are such a tiny blip
on the radar of my life
and still it seems
you enter my thoughts
more than others might.
I think about how
I will never see you again,
I don’t know your last name,
where you work,
where you live,
where you’ve been.
But still I think
and I ponder
and I dream
and I wonder.
Do you ever
do the same?
Autumn Siders 