How are you?

Who do you think you are?

I guess a better question to ask

Would be

Who do you think I am?

How do you think I am?

This morning I ordered a 

Latte and sat by myself at the

Large wooden table in the center of the

Room. It didn't feel as empty

As I thought it would.

I watched a young couple

Through the window

Tie up their golden retriever

Right outside the door. 

(Even though this cafe is dog-friendly.)

It waited

Without crying or pulling on the 

Lead that trapped it in stillness.

If I were that dog I would not

Wait so patiently

As I watched you savor each moment,

Not once glancing in my direction,

Pulling flake by flake off of

that damned butter croissant.

I'm the one that runs

And runs and runs

And runs and in the end

It doesn't even matter where I

Am or how I'm doing.

Have you ever thought about me?

Have you ever wondered just what

In the Holy Name I'm doing on 

Facebook at four in the morning?

Have you ever asked yourself who's

Standing next to me in that picture

From the trip to the coast that

I took for my birthday?

Have you ever wondered if that could've been you?