We sat adjacent at a counter, in our heads and our phones (and you seemed maybe to be journaling).

Were we meant to talk? I wanted to but didn't want to presume, or crowd you. I mustered only to ask you, diffidently, what time they closed. Then you Lyfted or Ubered away.

I'm left with a sense of incompletion and potential. Hope you are too.

How do you become content with being alone.

I have no connections to be missed.

You kicked me square in the face with your boot while crowd surfing during the Spits set at Dante’s, then immediately hugged me and kissed my head to apologize. It was really sweet of you to make sure I was okay. If you see this, let’s grab a beer sometime!

I was also like a potato but not as much as you, either way we had a lot in common. We were on the subway or not, I found you potato which was nice.

If you ever see this, I was wearing brown pants and a brown shirt like you.

You were on a tandem bike up 6th Ave in Manhattan around 14th st. You were in the rear seat, reading a book, while a man pedaled. A big old book, a tome. You looked so leisurely while he sweated and peddled hard. What were you reading? Were you reading out loud to him? If I pedal, would you read to me?

A chain of circumstances brings you back with the rain that we never heard together. The months and the years do not erase you from my imagination.

Just reaching out into cyberspace to see who's out there. Attached guy seeking another ghost in the void we call life.

You hang art in the gallery on the corner of Avenue B and East 4th. I lived nearby. I would stare in as I rounded the corner. I wanted to talk to you. You were never there when the door wasn't locked. You looked at me once when you were having a smoke, I was carrying groceries, it was winter. A small tattoo on your shoulder. My hair is bleached, and rather short. That gallery was too empty, it was eery, the QR codes. I considered leaving a note. I considered many ways to greet you.

to the person who left a very large curling rod and canned minced clams outside Shipwreck Beads..... Are u good?

This is not code for anything weird or creepy. I just like cheese. Why don't more people share their love of cheese? Do you ever find yourself missing cheese?