trains & planes will pass by.

passengers will wave at the blur, not really knowing

that i saw them & was waving back...

but i know.

from where i stand, there is no blur.

a very clear picture of your face & eyes & tears...

waving at what you don't even know is there.

so i run home & write you a letter.

telling you that i saw you, even though you couldn't see me,

& that i waved back at you & was sorry you were crying.

i'll never know if you received it.

never know why you were crying

or what you were waving at.

never know if it made you feel better that i saw you.

but that, that i will know...

i saw you.

& somehow, that is enough.