There are so many people in this city who look like you, and, here I am, wandering aimless through the city, hands dug so deep in my pockets like I’ll find some sort of escape route there. You’d think in all the rush and flash, all of the new places and faces, I’d find something new to catch my edges on. You smile at me from across the street and I walk towards you, picking up my pace this time, but when I get there it’s not you anymore, it’s not you.