She has the same name as you.
And that same wild attitude too.
And that same weird way of sitting quiet
While simultaneously commanding the room.

I don't know her,
And she knows me far less,
But I feel like by the end of you and me,
We were little more than strangers at best.

If I touched her,
Would she feel like you?
Would her hair smell the way
That yours used to?
Would her kiss be familiar,
Or would it feel brand new?