I never really knew you, never really saw you.
Yet I see your eyes on the face of every woman I see.
See your soul in every longing gaze in my direction.

We were never really friends, never really close.
Yet I smile when I see your personality traits.
Miss someone I never really had.

We never knew each other, never barely met.
Why do I think of your dark silky hair, everytime I see a brunette.
Seeing the ghost of someone, I never even met.