A Flashback I had This Morning.

Before he got into the car, he stopped to looked at me, smiling mildly.
I hesitated to stop, a little embarrassed.
He motioned to speak leaning forward ever so slightly.
Me. Waiting.
His face darkened by the shadow of the bright headlights.
He spoke nothing.
His eyes linger on my face, soften me.
I tried to make out the time. But he seemed timeless.
Then he turned and went into the car.

The next time I see him. He is a different man.