I get lonely
Way up here on the 5th floor,
in the corner of the hall.

And one day I thought I saw
You,
far below,
walking towards the building.
she had your hair,
your walk and your structure,
your same beauty
that is not self conscious.

My eyes lite up,
I sat up straight in my chair,
peering down eagerly,
I felt a prickling up my legs,
she wore your same
light green tank top.

But it was somebody else
and I put my head down,
and went back to reading
and wondering
if you’d call me
one of these days.