She looks like you.
I can’t quite explain how, but she looks like you.
She sits like you.
Stares intently at her subject matter like you
Pulls her hair back to one side like you
She wears a scarf and smiles like you
Smiles at her phone and gets up in her earthy green attire like you
Wears skinny jeans and TOMS like you
And my heart just stopped.
She smiles at small children,
Which is not something you’d do,
But that’s okay.
Not everyone is perfect.
But it is not you.
You are there and I am here.
I want to get up and talk to her
Like I used to talk to you.
But it is not you.
Sorry.
Michael Pfeiffer, USA
The Social Poet 