A normal day
another office journey
punctuated boredom
with smiles of recognition

and then there She was
with your boots, your coat
with you hair and form
a glance
a refusal to believe it wasn’t so
told me it was you
so I looked again
and in love

She looked
(but she didn’t look like you)
She smiled
(but she didn’t smile like you)
She talked
(but she didn’t talk like you)

and when I left the train
I left her too
- she wasn’t You.