I could have sworn.
I saw you the other day.
Working outside a shop.
For they were.
Of a height.
Similar to yours.
Their hair was the same color.
And cut in a similar way.
They had eyes.
The same hue as yours.
Behind black glasses.
As I walked by.
I couldn't help but stare.
For it must ve been you.
You stepped past and spoke.
But it was not.
Your voice I heard.
The spell broke.
I gazed upon the person.
One last time.
Wishing they were you.