I had hoped to see you. I'd heard you would be there. I felt you there but never caught a glimpse. Someone asked about you and I leaned to hear the answer, He was just here, not sure where he is now. Like evaporation, you are, a constantly disappearing presence.
When I left, suddenly you were there before me. And I, I was brushing my hair and singing to the music while you, you watched me in your rear view mirror.