on the way to work
pulling out of ampersand
was a young woman
who resembled you
she had this
not-wearing-your-glasses-
looking-for-something
kind of look
i imagined she was
looking for state street
if only because she
looked like you
i did one of those silent giggles
knowing you were in your
college town at the time
probably nursing a hangover
after a night of adulterated
carousing with friends
i would like to think i could go
a couple days without missing you
or to see you in all the cars
stopped at the crossroads
looking for direction
but when your voice
welcomed me home today
from my answering machine
i knew that i was wrong