From Afar

I saw him from a distance this day. He gets inside my head and it's all I can do to get anything done except sit and remember my encounter. I saw him walking, talking, laughing. He was telling a story and I was hanging on his every motion. I imagine that I am the only one who notices how he squints his eyes slightly when he chuckles, but opens them wide when he laughs out-right. How he leans forward but keeps his head level when he knows people are watching. He is real. He is not some creation my head has developed to help me cope with the stresses of life. He is, however, currently unattainable.