If you are out there, this is for you.
I wonder what you are doing. Is your life a good one… do you know I exist? Every possible bad scenario has been played out and rerun like a “Friends” episode. I try not to dwell on all the different plots my crooked mind has created. There is no mental image to go by, just a single picture of time once frozen. I stare at it sometimes, dreaming and hoping it might magically alter if only for a moment. To let me know that it is a real picture of you and not some figment of my imagination. The proof is yet to come, but within the pools of my tears late at night I sometimes see a face looking back. It is not mine and somehow I just know… it is you.