I'll never see that boy again.
Traveling on 42 this afternoon, I found myself coasting parallel to an old black truck. Its driver was a man of about 22, with beautiful black hair, sort of wavy. I stared, and it was probably obvious; I was lucky not to wreck my car. He drew on a cigarette -- some people are so sexy when they smoke. It was like he was telling me his life story, just in those few seconds I watched him. I want to know more about him, though it's likely I'll never see him again.