Solitary Stroll

Walking the city streets,
seeing you in strangers faces,
breathless when I catch sight
of a hairdo, or a walk, or
the smell of a cologne that
makes me think,
just for an instant,
that you are there.
Once I even followed a girl
who, from behind
reminded me of you,
four blocks past my subway
not wanting to lose her
but afraid to overtake her
and break the illusion
of you again in my arms