Minutes and Reflection

I have no idea who you are.

I shake your hand. I read your blog. I laugh at your jokes over beers and football. We chat during chance meetings at random places in a random world full of near misses and perfect timing. Your kids and my kids play together. Your parents know mine. We were classmates. We worked in the same office. We slept together. You sang in the choir. We’re friends on Facebook. You saved her life.

We are all walking shades and notes of choices and the places we’ve been and the places we’ll go. We share memories. We tell stories. I remember you. I saw you this morning. We’ve lived in the moment and we lost touch years ago.

You know everything about me. You know the highlights and skimmed the details. I saw you at a bar and we nodded with a smile. We couldn’t remember our names.

I read your obituary and regretted it all. You’ll visit this summer and we’ll go to the beach. Please, tell your sister that I said hello.

Life is filled with a cast of thousands. There are masses in the marketplace. There is crying in the library. I heard a song on the subway. Dinner was fantastic.

I miss you and I am sick of your shit.

You are complex and incredible with legs like wine. Society only scratches on the surface. Everyone has secrets and dreams and something worth knowing. Nobody understands me. I can’t find my coat.

Come in and know me better, man.

I have no idea who you are. It is time that we changed that.