I drove past your house today didn’t see your car tried not to think it but I wondered where you are. I don’t know what I’d hoped but today had proved a day for lost things being found. A misplaced case and contents beneath the passenger seat A DVD “found” safely in its proper place where it had been all along if only I had thought to look. Perhaps as I cruised by in my environmentally conscious vehicle I hoped something similar would prove true. That somehow seeing your hair a little bit grayer as you tilt your head to enter a parked car or move solemnly towards the mailbox everything would suddenly make sense the pieces falling into place with a slide-swoosh and a metallic clink.