He’s not you
It’s whispered
A caress
No sharp points
Or ragged breaths
Mended tears
Softened words
He’s not you
It’s an oath
Every morning
In every text
Each new touch
And in his smile
He’s not you
It’s a sigh
Late at night
In twisted sheets
With wild hair
And even beats
He’s not you
Like a promise
Not a curse
A prayer of thanks
Lifted on high
To whatever deity
Sent me this guy
He’s not you
And I pray
He will never be
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