Dear John

I noticed him a week ago while riding on the train. Angelic were his face and voice, but will we meet again? So shy was he (a bit like me), but once we got conversing, words between us flowed as if they’d never need rehearsing. The train was slowing, so I asked his last name, but just then he got shoved back, and in a rush, I had to exit then. Chorus: Dear John, dear John, so many things we said. But nothing that we talked about has led to any clues of what the young man did - like where he worked. He’s not on any grid. I’ll search on though this city is so vast. I have to find sweet dear John at last. I want to kick myself. A fool I was because I’d been too shy to ask the guy what his number was. My last name neither does he know. Oh my! I’d felt a deep connection to that guy. The way his eyes gazed into mine: divine. His ruby lips enticed me like red wine! Bridge: I still cannot believe his name I did not hear. Bedazzled by him, I was floating in another sphere. Every day, regardless of the fact I need no train, I’ll still be riding the same one in hopes we’ll meet again. I never should have left that train, for now all that I find is the memory of John. He just won’t leave my mind. I never saw a wedding ring on the young man’s finger. Does he, like me, even have thoughts of us that linger? I keep envisioning our time together blow-by-blow. Was it all a dream from which I can’t let go? Chorus: Dear John, dear John, so many things we said. But nothing that we talked about has led to any clues of what the young man did - like where he worked. He’s not on any grid. I’ll search on though this city is so vast. I have to find sweet dear John at last.