Sorry, wrong person

A small tap on my shoulder and I turned to see a girl

A girl I had never seen

To me, she was a stranger

I wondered who she thought I was

Did I remind her of a lost friend

Did I remind her of family

“Oh, sorry,” she muttered

I knew she hoped I was someone else

I knew how that felt

Your insides wanting to melt

That sense of disappointment

Wanting to see the one who brings you joy

But it was the wrong person

It always is.

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