Maybe I'll date him.
That guy who looks like
you.
Maybe when he laughs he'll get
those dimples just like
yours.
Maybe I'll get lucky and
he'll smell just like
you.

Maybe the way he will look at
me will be the same as
you.
Maybe even the cigarettes he smokes
will be the exact same as
yours.
Maybe I'll get lucky and
get to date another
you.

His eyes are different than yours though.
They're not brown like yours.
His hair doesn't fall just right like yours
either.

But maybe he'll be enough like you.
Maybe when I close my eyes I can pretend its you
again.
They'll all just be place holders for you anyway...
Maybe... I should just go to another Starbucks.