I stand on the ‘l’ platform and watch him walk down the street. A rumble comes from the south, and I turn to get a glimpse at the tracks. When I turn back, I see him standing on the street, looking up at me. I can feel his smile. I smile back, and then the train arrives. The connection is broken. By the time i can get to a smudged, initial-marked window, he is gone.
– Anonymous