almost you

someone just like
you
passed by,
so I took a second
look,
then a longer
stare as she
crossed the street,
her hair was just like
yours, her
walk, the way
she moved.
I wanted to
follow her
and tell her that
I'm sorry
for the way things
turned out,
to suggest we
try again,
but it wasn't you,
so it saved
me from
going into rain,
getting wet,
and saying things
that an hour later
I know I would
regret.