Everywhere i look,
every new person i meet,
i realise that its,
never him
never the same person,
never that same smile,
just never him
They may have the name,
but they never have the face,
nor the quiet manner,
that i loved
They may have the looks,
but they never have the talent,
nor those entracing eyes,
that held me for so long
they are never the same,
no matter how hard i look,
they just never match up,
they're never him
he was perfection,
but only to me,
no one saw him,
the way he could be
they are just never him,
never quite the same,
I know its impossible,
to find him again,
but still i keep trying,
even though its in vain.
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