Saw your picture in the paper today.
I liked your smile.
Do you think we could meet up some day?

I know it’s impossible.
You won’t be able.
Maybe I can come and see you.

It’s quite a long distance to travel,
Just to meet a stranger whose face I liked.
But I might gain more from it than I could ever lose.

It’ll take a while, I’ll have to think about it.
But when I make up my mind, my mind will be made up.
I’ll come.

Wait, I’m not sure…
I don’t know if I can…
No, I’m coming.

I’m coming to meet you.
You, whose face I saw
On the corner of that pretty page:
THE OBITUARIES.

© Amanda Kenya