Oh!

There he is!  It’s him!  Coming toward me!

That walk, toes aimed outward, bit of a swagger, a bend at the top of his back.

And that’s his ball cap, his short sleeve over long sleeve shirts, his loaded down cargo shorts with more pockets than pants.  Yip, and even dark sunglasses strapped around his neck.

His barely beard, his boat feet, his skinny legs.  It’s him!

Oh!  Gasp!

I almost run to him.  I almost call his name.  It’s him!

But… he walked by me.  It’s not him, is it.  It can’t be him, can it.  It’s not him.

Today I thought I saw Bill.  But he didn’t see me.  I lost myself for a moment.  I don’t know what happened.

Someday I’ll see him and run to him and call him.  And he will swoop me up.  It will be him.