I feel like I've seen you a lot recently

I saw you at the mall once, but you were older and working at a teriyaki place in the food court; you were still working hard, but the sweat came from the steam while you were frying strips of beef and vegetables and shrimp instead of while you were outside in an apple orchard during the day
You still had the same smile, and you’d try to say thank you in Tagalog, even though you butchered it a little and I didn't know how to say you’re welcome without sounding foreign too.

I saw you on the bus, but your nose and eyes seemed bigger than I remembered and your voice a little louder and you've made friends with a bus driver I had never met. When you looked at me, your eyes widened in what I think was surprise—I can’t tell, because I looked away too fast
You talked about a job I didn't quite hear, and you stood for a long time—did you grow taller since I last saw you? Your uniform was mostly red, and it was kind of different than your usual black and white attire. I liked you better in those colours, I think.

There was a book I loved because it reminded me of you, but it also reminded me of me in all the wrong ways and either way I can’t help but feel sad whenever I read it
The first time I read it I couldn't stop crying, it was as if the author knew of us and told a version of our story, except in his version you were coming back to me