Speak to Me

When I have given up all hope and think we will never cross paths then I see you. You show yourself just long enough for me to believe again. Then you walk away. You do not linger. You just say, “Hello, I am here.” It seems as if when I moisten my lips to speak back to you it is then that you disappear again. You are here just long enough to say hello, to remind me that you are around and feed my desire to talk to you one day – long into the twilight of my life. You are such a kind stranger. How I wish we could become friends.