Remembering when you were mine, in a still suburban town.

I see your face everywhere.
You are the person that ran for the tube at Marble Arch.
You are the person that sat three seats away from me on my train home.
You are the person that I saw disappear into the kitchen at a party.
You are the person that served me a drink when I was too gone.
You are the person that smiled at me on the street when I was having a bad day.
You are the person that will kiss me next.
But, of course, you are not these people. 
It will be nothing more than coincidence when I next see you clearly. 
I cannot think of anything more romantic or painful.
But I'm okay with that.
My heart would be on my sleeve if it wasn't already in your pocket.