I found him.
And he’s better in every way.
Time has passed since you, and with him I hardly notice.
We know without even saying, that we found each other.
I find him again in every moment, every word, every stare, and I breathe, I found him.
I don’t think we could ever forget, on purpose or not, this feeling.
And I’ll find him, again and again.
The way he looks at me is different from you, it’s better, and it’s clear,
That he found me too.
His hair is far less curly, and his eyes the darkest shade of brown, but I melt at the feeling of knowing him.
His skin is golden and nothing like yours, as if the sun sacrificed a part of itself to him.
And his smile, another example of its generosity.
“There’s no one like him” I say, and I know this time I’m right.
He’s better in every way.
And I remember him in place of you.
A Series of Observations 