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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