This guy walked into work today.
He smelled exactly like you.
Suddenly, I felt as fake as the strawberry-banana flavoring
In the frozen yogurt sample I was trying to give him.
He said, “thank you,” and walked away, just like you did.
“Thank you for the years, for the taste of what I could have had.”
You don’t like it? Want to sample something else?
Maybe then you can find who you’re looking for.
He smiled and walked away.
I knew I would never see him again.
He probably would never think of me,
And if he did,
it would be to wonder why that girl at the frozen yogurt shop
stood a little
too
close.