someone like you was
on the street today.
she wore a dress you'd wear,
her hair was braided,
dark and down
her back.
I almost called out your name,
whistled like
I used to do,
but she turned
her head and it wasn't
you. of course it wasn't
you. you being so far away
in so many ways.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
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