Reach You

I don’t know if this will ever reach you
And I am sure you won’t know it’s you if it does
But this morning
In the coffee shop
I had gotten my hot chocolate and had started to leave in
That tired haze that comes out of bad thoughts
And temptations to vanish
That last through the night
And leave dark bags and blank eyes and
A fuzzy warm sick feeling inside that presses away each breath
You
Who had only spoken to me a few times,
Once to comment worry for my flipflops in
This rather cold rainy weather,
Again, to like that beat up green jacket
My father gave me from his time in the navy
And again,
I’m too tired to remember why.
You who has so much energy
Enough to shout across the café before I stumbled out the door
“Hey, I hope you have a great day today!”
And then I lacked the courage and wherewithal
To do anything but jump, turn and duck my head with a squeaked out “You too!”
Which you probably did not hear.
You.
Did you know how much that meant?
Thank you
For giving me a reason again.