I thought I saw you walking down the street today;
You were surrounded by a bunch of the pack;
Your smile was broad,
and your laugh was the same.

And I dropped my books so I could run back to you;
because I knew it couldn't be true-
but there you were again;
that same smile;
that same laugh....
The same thinly wound arms....

And then I caught up to you....
And I reached out;
but it wasn't you.

It was an impersonator;
and I felt my face and heart crumble.

He wasn't you; no.
But he did see it-
the hurt, the pain... the betrayal....
and...

Just as though he were you,
he wrapped me up and let me cry...

Because he knew me;
even though he didn't know me....

His friends watched like we were nuts-
we had no idea who we were to one another;
yet here he stood,
letting me cry and scream your name....

It seems that even after I've accepted your death;
you still make your way into my heart.

I've let myself move on;
I've let myself fall into love;
I've found that dream person you always told me about....

But today, when 'You' were on the street
I forgot about everything...

Because my life had turned back over a year and a half...
And you were still warm.
still alive.
still there for me...
and still laughing...

I miss you.