I Am Partial to People Who Look Like You

I am partial to people

who look like you.
I fall in with their
Automatic strides,
Or sit beside them
While I tell my eyes

That the gestures are all wrong,

And then
There is a perfume
That does not belong,
Or some piece of clothing
You would never wear
 Not even after years
Of unrelated changes.

 Sometimes,
When I hear some dumb remark,
I am reminded of you
And the way you had
Of getting your face
Out of trouble
With a farcical grin.
 
If someone’s there
To laugh at that
The way I once did, 
 Well, he has my permission

And I wish him better luck.