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.