The face looks like him
but the hair's he keep
take that looks of him
but i still remember that face
although the hairs
l understand he can keep it
time speak differently of look
l knew it from his look
he did not think i was at the place
maybe as lt was far from our city
when I keep looking at him
l was seeing those things
those his steps
maybe as l used to like that about him
l wanted to see who was really there
and clear from my guessing
but his name he answered
clearing up the good part
showing up the good laugh
awhile i did not have
that from him
he was exactly that guy
who vibes to me like a rasta
l was really missing all of that
right now I have figured it out
let see if we will vibes alike.
This poem explain those moment when you saw someone that you know in a place you didn't expect, and at a time like this, what happened is that, you find out, you will be looking at the person, just to clarify if the person is someone you are thinking his/her is.
That was what exactly took place a week ago, when I saw a friend, he was not believing the person he saw could be me, so I am thinking that makes him to be less concerned, but i knew it was him, because his foot step's were exactly as the way he walked.
After l was done with the activities l was up to, l got to where he was, and I called his name, he answered, "l knew i was not mistaken him as another person, we laughed and you know that was not the best spot to talk more, beside, we were still having some activities to do for the day, so we exchange phone number and that hold the remaining of the place we are going to meet.
