Shadows of the Past

I saw you, shadows of my past,
standing in front of me in the deli,
ahead of me on the way to the office, sitting across from me on the train.

Silhouettes of people I've worked with,
colleagues now moved on to other
jobs,
states,
lives.

My heart aches for it to have been you.
To have walked up to you and asked
what you thought about the latest article,
the new survey being developed,
the current thinking about board development.

I hope you're well,
shadows of my past.
I'm relieved the sun hasn't faded you.