Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Like you

That is not quite your walk,
But for a moment
Wishing overcame remembering.

That is not quite your car,
But for just a moment
I really thought it might be.

That is really very like
Something you would wear
Very like your hair.

I felt a jolt of hope
Slip suddenly into disappointment.
I fooled myself again.
So briefly, so achingly like you.

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