It’s a little bit missing that you never knew
It’s discovering someone who’s a whole lot like you
It’s listening more and talking much less
It’s crying and laughing at secrets confessed
It’s same taste in hats, and same taste in shoes
It’s same colored eyes, not quite green, not quite blue
It’s hugs to make up for no hugs at all, just wished we’d been hugging more since we were small
It’s honesty, courage, and thoughts insecure
Is she more like me, or me more like her?
We will never make up for the time that we lost, but for sure keep on trying, whatever the cost.
Blame has no place in the love that we share
The past is just that, and we’re both well aware
Strangely familiar and strange all at once
Excited to find out what it means to be “us”.
