My Lyft Driver and I

I find myself thinking of you, the way your words

slipped off your tongue and into the heavy air.

Our time together was brief and I could not

really look you in your eyes, yet I still

tried. You spoke of your daughter as if she was

an angel on this earth, a flower beginning to bloom.

You told me that she was going to be a doctor,

or something close to it. I have never met her, and

probably never will. Yet I see her so clearly,

in the way you form her smile with your words. We are