I saw someone who looked like you today. It was just someone who looked like you. There wasn’t your little grin on their lips. It was just someone who looked like you. Nor was your twinkle in their eye or the sound that only your voice makes coming from them. Not even the same stride in their walk but just someone who looked a bit like you.
A chill in my heart seemed to say “and why not?” Why indeed hadn’t I called you? Surely those telephones work both ways, I needn’t wait for you. Or maybe I could just come by and see if you are there. We could be having a wonderful visit because of someone who looked like you. There seem to be so many things in the way. There’s my job and the house and then supper to make. Church is on Sundays and your favorite show is on Mondays. I used to have favorites when I had time; that seems so long ago. Now there are groceries to buy and potatoes to fry and clothes to get in the dryer. Tuesdays are set aside for studying while Wednesdays we’re in separate prayer meetings. Once in a while I’d like to be in a prayer meeting with you. I needed to take a walk to get in my exercise; I suppose your neighborhood would have worked just as well too. Thursday I ended up staying late at work so I don’t have to spend my weekend there. I wonder if I really like what I do all the much or if I’m making up for dragging my foot when I ought not to. On Friday you’re making plans with the other friends who’ve got to have their time too. A movie, a game or something not quite so tame, could fill our hours together. Then Saturday’s around and there’s that white stuff on the ground, did either of us check the weather? And it’s really okay if we don’t get together today because tomorrow is always an option.
Neither one of us are planning on going anywhere very soon that would keep us from getting together. So we’ll just find some time when it’s convenient to do what we like to do together. Maybe I’ll just run into you somewhere and think in that moment of time. Surely you look like that someone I saw who looked quite a bit like you. No the hair was darker and the glasses were small still the build was about right. The resemblance was enough to cause me to want to get these words down before I forgot about almost running into you.
What would it take for me to make a priority of seeing you? Would I need to think that a time when you would be gone and not ever coming again might be true? Or could it be sickness or sorrow that would bring us together again. How many times have I said “We’ve got to stop meeting like this” at the wake of someone we knew. As I’m writing this down my excuses are beginning to wear a bit thin. I see in my mind the look on your face with its knowing grin when I would show up on your door. I know I would like to see that look at least a couple times more. And the sooner the better so when you’re reading this letter be thinking about watching for me pulling up in my old grocery getter. Then maybe today or maybe tomorrow, I’ll stop by to tell you of the someone I saw who looked a bit like you.