You know how when you've been apart from someone for a while, especially if you lost them and not just let them go, you sometimes think you see them out of the corner of your eye, standing in a cafeteria line at school maybe or washing their white Ford at the carwash on Studemont and 7th Street?
It's not them. It's never them. Even if it were them, it would not be the person you just saw; that person's only in the past.
This is what I think about when I see these two photos.
I think I see someone in them, and I keep staring. All in vain.
Especially this one. If I slept with this under my head I know what I would dream about. It would be good. Lonely and good.