The Language You Speak
She looked like you.
She spoke the language you speak.
I was in Japan town by the East River.
She spoke in words you spoke.
Loving words.
I turned, I glanced.
I saw you. But she was not you and you were not her.
She spoke the language you speak.
She had your lips, and her lips were yours.
© 2004 David Greg Harth
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