To a Person in New York

I have looked through the jungle of rails and pillars to the other platform, searched the oncoming faces and those pacing to the sides of me.  I have seen with certainty a corner of you how many times, and yet never the whole thing.  What are the chances that our paths will cross?  What are the chances that we will see one another, that when you are there, my eyes will be up, and yours as well?