journeyman of words

today i found your name
and imagined you died without knowing me

tomorrow i may find who you were
and what passions we have shared

oftentimes i have dreamed
that you were a journeyman of words

that sentences and verses waited for your command
to line up in single file fashion
waiting to march off a page and into someone else’s life

you were inspirational in your never being there
as some others have been inspirational by their presence

perhaps someday i will see you
when the minutes of yesterday collapse onto tomorrow

hiding behind the façade of traveling salesman’s clothes
with a box of plastic brushes or black leather bibles

you may recognize me or think you do
but only my eyes would reveal my likeness of you

and only your eyes would dare ask questions
to answers you hoped to forget