By Tom McKelvey
Date: 26 January 1999

Sometimes

Sometimes
I look 
for your car
in the parking lot
    though I know
    it isn't there
I hear
your laugh
    in a local bar
    but
    when I look
    you aren't there
I smell
your perfume
in a crowded room
    and sometimes
I see your face
    though
    it isn't you
       she had your hair
     and
       your tanned skin
     but
       once again
I'm only trying
to fool myself
    Sometimes
I listen
to the message
    you left
    on my machine
       just to hear your voice
    Sometimes
I smile
thinking
    you'll come back...

-Tom McKelvey-