I find you in the stranger across the room,

In the way they seem to hesitate over which book to pick from the shelf.

Why hesitate?

Is there something between the books I can't see?

Will one open a passageway between worlds?

Or are you simply indecisive?

I find you in the way the keyboard clicks a little different on each letter,

Maybe I could type blindly-

Use the subtle differences between the keys to form the sentences.

Maybe eyes fool us into typing out words we weren't expecting,

Words we don't want.

I find you in the way the young girl struggles with the alphabet,

Maybe she simply has dyslexia so it's tricky-

Or maybe she is not of this world and the letters aren't the same

Maybe she is from a world where letters don't exist.

I find you in the little things.

I find you in the big things.

I find you when I need you,

     But don't necessarily want you.