I'm writing this to let you know that I'm looking for you.
I've put up notices and advertised in the papers.
I'm looking in the places we used to be,
Hoping to find clues by reading
the things you used to write,
looking in corners and alley ways.
You see, some one told me you'd been found.
but when i got a glimpse of 'you',
the smile that had began to spread,
started to fade.
Is it really you?
Could this stranger be you?