SAME MAKE AND COLOR

I'd swear it was you

In the back of the elevator

Until I wedged my hand

In the closing doors

And you disappeared



I'd swear it was you

Silhouetted in the dark

At the end of the bar

Head half-turned

Until I got there



I'd swear it was you

In the passing car

Same make and color

Until I looked closer

And a stranger drove away

Author's Notes/Comments: 

How can someone be everywhere and nowhere at the same time?!

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