no longer do i startle at the sight of some
stranger who stole your jawline,
your black hair,
and how you rub your nose and sigh
when a thought takes form.
afterall you are not
so different –
just the outline that makes them
familiar, is all.
now i smile at your disappearing form
now i take a two
second glance at their backs;
it is easy
to fall in love with a stranger.
funny, the way people turn