Almost daily I miss the chance to connect with someone.
You had your camera and so did I. We exchanged glances and smiles in Riverby Books. I wandered over to the art section and you studied American History. I wanted to ask you what you’d been taking pictures of and if you loved photography as much as I do, but I couldn’t work up the nerve. You left to meet your family, who called to ask what was taking you so long, and I stayed on to search out the fiction section. I don’t think you noticed me taking your picture.