someone just like you
was in the store the other day.
I saw her from
the side
and almost said hello.
but it wasn't you.
this doesn't mean that I
think about you all the time,
so please,
get that out of your head.
what we had wasn't love,
despite,
how often we told each other
that it was.
but, as I said,
she looked like you,
from the side,
the hair, the face, the way
you'd lean towards me,
up on your toes
to kiss me
hello, or goodbye.
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