...something else

Some sweet kind of loneliness
Crossed my lips this morning
And, as quickly as it came,
It left with the cold breeze sweeping through the city.
Some sort of vision of you this afternoon
Left me breathless again.
And, as clear and crisp as your eyes were,
Your face remained a mystery to me.
A certain tugging at my coat this evening
Left me hoping for you, standing behind me,
Waiting for me as I had waited for you.
Some bitter kind of notion
Crossed my mind
At another time...
And I decided to let you go.

[originally posted 12/08]