he looks a lot like you
  with his soft brown wavy hair.
  he's thin   and about the same height
  in fact, the first time i saw him
  i thought he was you.
  i walked out of my house and there he was
  raking leaves in my yard  wearing an old grey hat
  just like yours
  a brown bag of his stuff on the trunk of my car.
  i looked at him and said, "oh my god. i don't believe you're back."
  he looked up at me and smiled and said, "oh hi, i'm mike,
  the new gardener."
 
 
  i said, "oh...i'm sorry.
  i thought you were someone else, someone i used to know."
  he could tell i was disappointed but he wanted to talk to me.
  he stopped raking and asked me my name, leaned the rake against
  the wall, took his bag off the trunk and followed me around to my door.
  i knew he was a little confused but i couldn't tell him
  that i could really walk out and find you raking leaves
  in my yard, it is something you would do.
  i got in my car.
  he tried to talk to me through the window for a while.
  then i drove off, leaving him standing there, his arms wrapped around
  the brown paper bag.
  i dream about you arriving like that
  half expect to find you sitting in my living room,
  smoking cigarettes  when i get home from work,
  hear your car and wait for you to walk in
  but you never do
  it's just the guy down the street with the car
  that sounds like yours.
  he never stops or parks in front of my house.
  i want it to be you.
  now i see mike all the time  at work  on the street
  in line at the gas station
  in all the strangest places.
 
 
he walks like you
  and stands like you  leaning on one leg
  your hip out to one side  so you can be shorter.
  i watch him because i want to remember you.
  i want to see you.
  he wants to go out with me.
  i try not to talk to him very much  and i won't go out with him
  i'll end up hating him for not being you
  and i couldn't love him for who he is
  he looks too much like you
  i keep making up excuses  and places i have to be.
  pretty soon he'll stop turning up
  talking and asking me out
  and i'll miss him a little
  because i miss you.