I see you everywhere.
Around every corner,
Up every stair
You are there.
I catch a glimpse
Of your hand, your hips, a swaying skirt,
Or a leg, a shoe that belongs to you.
Only to have it snatched from sight.
Was it her?
Was I right?
A familiar gest spotted in a milling crowd
A split second recognition of something I know
So unique it can only be you.
Is my mind going round in circles?
A scratched record of a fleeting second
Recalling a moment
And playing it over and over again in my head
For my eyes to dream of and see.
The next time we meet
I´ll ask- Was it you?
But then again, perhaps I won´t.
There is no need to.