Missed Connect The Happens Too Often

Portland OR

Description

Some times I see you, other times I don't. Why is it this way? It shouldn't be this difficult to have consistency, but such is life. I just want you to know, that when you don't pass by me I notice. When I realized today I wasn't going to see you I cured my sad feelings with a Haiku about myself: Grace personified I leap into the window I meant to do that. The person this is for will know who I am just by that haiku. Let's end this missed connection?