Gray

To me,
You look like an old friend.
Someone who has been there countless, sleepless nights
Talking, sharing, crying, laughing.
To me,
You look like another half,
One I’ve not yet met.
So familiar, yet so strange (or estranged?)
To me,
You look like someone I’ve given my heart to,
Given myself to,
Given my future to.
What do I look like to you?
Do you see the puzzle pieces fit when you look in my eyes?