Catch the shape of your hair. Same back, same face. My eyes light up. I run, run behind that resemblance. Too many people in the way. I am huffing. I was never too good at running and my legs are a bit rusty. I catch my breath. I follow again. My mouth is dry. So parched. Can't speak. My voice has left me. I am still running, I can hear my footsteps. Is this you? What will I say when I meet you? Hey? Hello? Maybe I should just see your face and leave. Would you even care? 

My ears are picking up all these tiny noises around me. Trying to photograph this moment. I don't know why you're here. I think you are looking for me. You walk too fast and now you dissappear. The crowd guards you, hides you. 

I am frantic. My eyes scan the crowd, my legs threatening to give up. They have forgotten how to walk. I am fum-fumbling. Maybe stuttering too. I am scared, did I lose you again? Didn't you come for me? Look behind you, I am here!

I am walking in the direction I last saw you going towards. Wait! I see you. You are back! Back for me, I know. I am trying hard to scream, to shout out your name. Listen! Listen to me, please. Stop!

With the last fragment of my voice, I whisper your name. You stop. You turn around. My heartbeat stops. The world stops. Each voice and face dies out in your comparison. Your eyes are not the same, neither is your nose nor are your lips. This man is not you. A stranger. Stranger. Stranger. Strangers. This word hits like a brick and is breaking me. I hear him say, "Are you okay?" before my knees give up and I crumble on the floor. My eyes shut and my mouth closes but my mind speaks- 

"Just a resemblence, a silhouette."

I block out voices. Voices like "Put her back on the wheelchair."

This man was just a silhouette.

Forever a silhouette. 

Of course, a silhouette...