Someone seen Briefly

I am looking through your car window.  It is night and raining.  I cannot see much.  The typhoon is coming.  My world has become complex tonight.  It is not a physical presence but a feeling that is unsettling me.  When I first saw you I thought you were a pretty smiling face.  We have passed each other a dozen times.  Now you are my reason for life.  You don’t know this and may never know.  I want to write about you, photograph you from every angle.  I cannot touch you.  If I were film director I would make a film of you and try to capture your essential beauty of your finely drawn features.  I would show no one and keep you for my eyes only.  I am thinking of a French film.  So cool.  Have we become actors or is this reality?

 The light changes subtly and I am somewhere else.  You are no longer here and I am gazing at my reflection.  Were you ever here at all?

I see you again through the coffee shop window.  I pay attention this time.  Who knows if I will see you again.  You hair is so black and shiny that only white light is reflected.  Your skin is pale apart from your cheeks that betray a hint of blusher.  You flash me a smile catching my gaze.  Tonight you do not wear a dress.  I carry your smile in my memory.  You are someone seen briefly.