Shirt Shrift

Somewhere there’s someone who every morning sees you pass on his way to work. This guy thinks about you when he dresses after breakfast. He puts on a shirt he hopes you’ll think he looks good in. He makes sure it’s tucked in just so.
Before he even sees you, he anticipates approaching you. He wonders if you’ll ever look his way. If he’ll ever be as lucky as the sky you smile at most mornings. Or the sidewalk you frown at when it rains.
He doesn’t see you on his way home, and he misses you. And all the while you have no idea that someone you don’t know wants you to know he exists and that he picked out that shirt just for you.