I thought I saw you driving on the opposite side of the road, in an old sedan, today. It was the type of clunky vehicle you’d buy because it was practical and you could smoke it in without much being damaged. My heart stopped for a moment because today is a day close to the anniversary of when we met.
The season put you back on my path.
I thought I saw you as the guitar player on stage at a local show. The player wore your glasses, had your shoulders, and I was mesmerized, actually transfixed, every time he took a drink of a glass of beer on stage. I hoped at that moment I could see or talk to you through this semi-resurrection in front of me. You were alive somehow.
I sat in my seat on an airplane watching a man with your eyes board into the back rows. I wanted to reach out and touch him to see if he was real or a figment of my imagination. It would have been strange to ask him for such a thing.
It is not Halloween but I think it’s worth mentioning how the dead live among us.
There are resurrections every day in front of us, as we go along about our lives. We run into the dead when we least expect it - on a plane, on our way home, or at a show. We see them going on about their lives without us.
As if it was a time before they were even alive to know us.