There couldn’t have been a more cloudy day. I stand with my back to the cold wall In a corner bookstore, sitting high upon the shelf was a book titled “You need help?” As I reach for the book The first page reads “Let them be, if it’s meant to be, it will be” As I gather air back into my lungs I quietly put the book back into its place Right away seeing your face. I blink in hopes it’s a vision One I see of you nearly every day. But I soon realize it’s not. You pick up the book just as I left it Scanning your eyes upon the first page. As you breathe for air I feel mine become taken. “Maybe one day, maybe not” you whisper