Omen

It was an uncanny thing seeing you on my streets, of course it wasn't you but as I walked in his direction and from a fair distance I saw the exact image of you, I must be seeing things I said, how preposterous a thing but as I drew closer there you were or him I guess, same hairline and color, same perfect nose and exact same beard, his build and height were nearly identical (well maybe he drinks a few less beers but very close) and as I walked on by I looked in his eyes and there they were big and brown and gleaming and he smiled not at me but at his family, it was definately not you, I was wearing the sunglasses you know the ones once upon a time you had the same pair and I smirked to myself and thought I should ask him for a picture wearing those sunglasses but his smile prevented me from doing so, he was not you, his smile lacked a certain passion it was more a nervous grimace and lacking joy, he looked a little old but I'm certain he wasn't he may have even been younger, we all have a twin somewhere on this planet and it was close but no it wasn't you.