These days

These days I see you everywhere.

I catch a glimpse of you on the road, the route I take to work, the girl with a pony tail, pouting at a boy who doesn’t deserve her.

You are the pretty waitress who glides between tables and disappears behind the double doors to the noisy kitchen and does not re-emerge. Even though I dwell forever over my coffee.

You are the svelte, stunning, fresh-skinned singer in the shortest of skirts reciting some song I can’t remember You catch my eye momentarily and heart-stoppingly thirty times at once in a store selling televisions.

As I close my eyes on the bus home and let the music in my headphones fill my ears you are the first image to transform the darkness, dancing to your favourite song.

Your fingers are toying with the buttons on your shirt.

I see fragments of you everywhere. But they are just fragments…

And you are so far away.