You were talking to your girl friend in the Canada Line, and when you smiled at me, the world revolved around. I wish I could see that beautiful smile again. You carried a red suitcase and got off the train at King Edward. I was a Hispanic guy you stared at when getting off, near the oposite door in a blue sweater, black jacket, and canvas sneakers. If you read this, please write me and maybe we could have a coffee, it'd be my Christmas present.