I see you
everywhere… Not you , per say, but the memory of you. I
see the really tall guy. BOOM, my thoughts go to
you. The wood on the desk is almost the exact shade of your eyes.
That spicy smell drifting through the air kind of smells like
you. That dog kind of looks like yours. I just want to see
you, not the memory of you. Not things like you. You. Is
imitation cheese as good as real cheese? No. Imitation you is not
as good as real you.
