The back of his head looked exactly like yours,
I couldn’t help but stare.
In my mind I wondered could it be him?
Thankfully it wasn’t you.
His hairline matched yours, the way it use to be at least. His shoulders were broad like they were when I knew you. Or when I thought I knew you. They’re much more defined now.
He looked like the you I use to know and love.
But now I don’t know you nor love you.