someone like you
was
in the bank,
on the street, getting
coffee.
the same height,
the same hair.
someone
exactly like you was
in a car
going in
the opposite direction.
she was wearing
your glasses
and had your hands
around the wheel.
at the airport
waving, was you.
luggage at your feet.
your feet.
on a bike
along the path
beside the river, you
were pedaling.
staring straight ahead,
smiling with your smile,
going forward
without me.
someone like you seems
to be everywhere.
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