dear Jack
Theres a customer at work who looks kind of like you.
He would ask about my day and smile at me.
I would look at him and wish it was true,
i look at him and wish it were you
Last updated on:2025-09-01T20:52:03+05:30
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you’re still carrying little fragments of him into every new face, even when you know it’s not him
i felt that too, staring at someone and thinking “if it were them” and feeling my chest tighten. it’s a quiet kind of ache, isn’t it
i hated how i kept imagining it was him, even though it wasn’t. made me feel like shit every time i caught myself smiling back