I thought I saw you today, but I can never really tell since I lost my glasses. I always liked that about glasses. The ability to take them off and no longer be able to see most things in the distance. I just no longer have the choice. Today it probably was for the best. It looked like you though, across the subway tracks on 14th street. I can’t remember if you would ever even take that train downtown. I walked further down the track because I was standing facing directly across from them, or you. My imagination thought this person had the posture of someone who recognized someone and yet wanted to remain unnoticed, or maybe it was to be noticed but look as though they didn’t recognize me. I can never really know anymore, most of my perception relies on my imagination rather than sight. Rather than any of my senses really. It did look like you though, and you looked the same. I look the same too, but just different enough where you can’t put your finger on it. Je ne sais quoi. You no longer know me, but knew me. It was very little at that anyways. So I waited for my train, not looking back, not that it matters. I can’t see beyond a few fast steps ahead of me anyways. I got on the train going uptown before yours came. I stood on the ride with my new bag of clothes from work, I played “Just Like A Woman”. I decided to get off at the next stop, two stops too early. I wanted to walk now instead and I had things to do.