Dec 11, 2013 22:14
I saw a girl who was almost you
Walking in a place you could have been.
She held herself the way you would have done
Breathing air you might have breathed.
I thought I caught your maybe smile
Her perfume was your sometimes scent.
Before I knew it she was gone
And that was the only thing you really had in common.
It was almost you, but wasn't.