I can hear you in the soft crashing
of the waves on the shores.
I can see you in the kind wrinkles
around the eyes of one who has smiled a lot.
I can touch you when I stand quietly
as the cool wind blows through my hair.
Yet, I know you not.


I am on a fast train to nowhere,
and sometimes, I see you there, 
sitting by me.
I know you silently watch...
as I fold the sheets every morning,
or rinse my glasses each night.


Oct 5, 2016