I noticed it first on Monday—a sign on the side of the street on the Black River Parkway on my way to work. It was just a plain white sign with black stick-on letters that said “I Miss You.” It was right in front of a light pole as you were coming around a corner. It didn’t seem to be directed to anyone in particular. I’m not great at keeping up with local news, but I don’t think there have been any accidents on that section of the road lately, and if there had been, surely there would have been some sign of damage to the pole. There was this sense that it was a sign that was put there for someone who drives that way each day, who would know the sign was specifically for them.
I drove by it for a few days, and then, on Thursday, it was a different sign, still white, still black stick-on letters, but now it said, “I Miss You Too.”
It’s strange—this exchange in so public and open a place where everyone can see it and yet it’s still somehow completely secret. For the whole week, I’ve been trying to work it into a poem somehow, but I think it’s one of those moments that is so poetic in itself it needs to just stand alone and be what it is. Maybe something in the way of a poem will come out of it eventually, but just seeing it each day has been an interesting bit on the ride to work.
Whoever these people are, I hope you find each other again. Life is too short to go on missing someone when you know they are there and waiting.