What He Wrote When He Missed Me I don't know why, but since this morning I kept on glancing at the door behind me... Conscious of the sound of fingerprint scanning, ever footstep tap tapping, coming from heels of unwanted people and passers-by - unwanted in my eyes... Up to now, I still glance once in a while, looking for the one person that has the perfect sounding walk, with her heels... That heavenly voice and uplifting laugh... Makes my day - but never came today. I sang, alone with all the people in the room I laughed, alone with all the smiling faces beside me - she did not come. It would have been the most beautiful Friday morning... --- Someone special wrote this for me in a post-it and left it on my desk one morning... Never fails to make me smile...
