I watch you as you
sleep,
a little restless,
curled up on your side,
and I think of him
alone on his couch.
I watch you when you
write your notes,
your printing an
expression of your ordered self,
and I think of him
mixing his caps and lower case.
I watch you as you
speak,
rushing to complete
the thoughts that fill your mind,
and I think of his
slow, measured delivery.
I watch you when you
seek his touch,
needing reassurance
from a simple hug,
and I think you two
are very alike.
I watch you
as I watch him
and I know that all
I will ever do is watch.