I Look for You in the Faces of the Strangers that I See at the Club We Use to Frequent

Now that I've had time to heal,
I almost want to see you at
that little bar and grill where
we used to order chicken
fingers and onion rings,
and watch the artists
who played that corner stage.
Ironically, I think I'd smile
if I spotted you at a table
full of friends,
just knowing that you're
okay; that you been able to
move on;
to find laughter again.

© 2006 Amy E. Hall