To A Stranger

Passing stranger! You do not know how longingly I look upon you.
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking (it comes to me as of a dream)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
As I recalled as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body had become not yours,
Only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take
Of my bread, breast, hands, in return.
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

-Walt Whitman

I decided to take a mental health day. The snow may or may not have influenced my decision. I didn't sleep well at all last night. Lots of tossing and turning, dreams waking me, and text messages from Point Park's weather alert system. I should probably ask them to remove me from that list.

Everything is a learning experience.