I thought I saw you in a strangers face.

I saw a look alike the other day, not your sister not you. But I saw her smile and it brought me to tears because your smile lights up my soul in a instance, makes me swoon in what feels consistent. I saw another look alike the day before and she had your eyes, the way the little bits of green peirced my soul, down to my toes. I was shocked. because I know there are no eyes like yours, nothing could compare to the gaze that took my breath away like yours did. Once I dreamt of a memory and I saw you, only it wasn’t you. It broke me to my core and my soul hit the floor. I woke up screaming and crying knowing I’ll probably never get a chance to see what once brought light into my life, nothing compares. the original, 1 of 1 not 1 of 2 not 1 of a few billion. You. I can’t lie to myself because I miss you. I still yearn for you. My soul thirsts to be intertwined with the original. To breath the same air, to hold onto that piercing glare, to soak in that smile that could have me run endless miles. But all I see is an after image. and the longer I sit and wait and wait in hopes to se my original you fade.