Remember that time you went travelling and kept thinking you saw me;

the girl at the pier, her bare legs and jean shorts,
the girl at the bar with sea hair and pink lips,
the girl on her bike outside the 7/11, sipping lemonade.

Eventually she'd turn around and you'd realise she wasn't me.

We weren't together but perhaps you wished we were.

You just never said it
so I never knew.