Headlights

To my Someone...

I passed several cars with headlights out today. Each time I thoughtfully saved the kiss on the ceiling of my small car. I have been saving them for days...weeks...months...years, waiting for you. They collect there, you know? I sometimes contemplate letting that one car go by, not saving that one kiss. Then I think that I might regret it so I quickly snatch it up as the car passes beside me, unaware that I almost didn't take the opportunity it presented me. 

Yet, you still haven't come...

Do you even know that I save them? Do you do the same for me? I long to know you, but time has not been my friend and has not sped up your coming. No, not a friend indeed, instead it extends the minutes, making them hrs. The days become weeks and the months become years, and it seems that the more I wait for you the more I realize how much I miss the person I never knew.

It that possible? No, I don't miss you, because I have never known you. I only have my imaginary you. The one I think of each time I see a car missing a headlight. No name, no face. Yet you exist in my mind.  Please come replace this fictitious person. Make my imaginings real, and my dreams no longer a fantasy. Run to me, it is all I ask.

I lie... I do ask  for one more thing.

Help me to forget the meaning of a missing headlight...