Anthology

I think I may have seen your face before. It’s striking me with

such familiarity that I know our paths must have crossed once upon a time, even if only for the briefest of moments...

Maybe it was in that crowded airport, each of us rushing to make a flight. Perchance our eyes connected for one brief moment as we whirled past each other, heels clicking on the tiled terminal, two strangers headed to opposite sides of the world.

Maybe, I glanced your way at a corner café in Paris. You know, the one with the crème pastries, and quaint metal framework tables, and rows upon rows of coffee beans? I might have seen you while blowing the steam off my cup and pondering where to go next.

Maybe we passed each other in the midst of that hike in the mountains. You, coming down from where land collides with sky, eyes still foggy from the view. Meanwhile I was going up, anticipating how the blue depths would merge into the horizon and contemplating just how far one could see until all faded into nothingness.

Maybe I saw you last night, one conjured face out of the millions I’ve seen, pulled inexplicably from the vastness of
my subconscious mind. With eyelids fluttering, perhaps I memorized your face, and embossed the shape of your nose and the curve of your brow into my mind, only to lose all but a vestige of it upon waking.