I Saw You Today

I caught sight of you and whispered your name as I watched you weaving in and out of the crowd. In an instant, my weariness was replaced with vigor and my shoulders released the boulders they had been carrying since your death.

I accelerated my pace, careening my neck from side to side, walking on tip-toes and nearly leaping into the air to peer around, over and through the sea of bobbing heads and swaying bodies. I side-stepped a shambling wool jacket, darted around a red dress and nudged my way through two sets of gesturing hands exchanging conversation.

“Excuse me, sorry. Excuse me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” as I ran into a body that I hadn’t seen, and left my words trailing behind.

I again whispered your name then spoke it aloud as my electrified footwork brought me nearer to you. I felt the corners of my mouth twitching to curve upward as I made my way closer to you.

Nearly a real smile when I finally found myself next to your side… and for the briefest moment, through tear distorted vision, I saw your beautiful face turn, and look back into mine…

~~~

Though I no longer chase behind or linger near semblances, I still look for you everywhere and in everything. I always will. 

Tammy Brown in loving memory of Larry Brown
Written 07/2017

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