To W

Dearest W,
I thought I saw you today. The outward form had undeniable characteristics of the woman I fell in love with so long ago. My heart leaped at the possibility it was really you. The room was full of people and who I thought was you was so near that, for a few minutes, my mind played out a quiet conversation between us. An imagination of you walking over with a “Hello” and sat down next to me in the quiet part of the room. How nice it would have been to just talk as friends, to catch up with caring words to each other about how the years had taken their toll. A dream of new days between us that would revive the core friendship we once had. An out of the blue miracle of God’s care love for us both.
You were so close, or so I thought. Certainly it will happen, it must. When would we ever be in a space like this again, with this opportunity. I couldn’t think of it.
And it didn’t happen. The “you” I thought was there, said nothing, showed no awareness that I even existed. I was like a ghost with no influence, no way to change anything. How can that be.
It is my life now. Without you. My oldest and dearest friend. Now my newest and nearest stranger.

I miss you. Please come home.
J