Details and Precisions

I saw you in someone else.

His eyes were deep, loving,

with longing for something that isn't there.

His words were gentle, cautious,

but was not as moving as yours

And the way he drove . . .

It was like watching you all over again

with me next to you, listening to your chatters.

I had to sit next to him

but it was not the same

And the way he move . . .

Constant trust was all I could see

with rehearsed precision of teasing gestures.

He plunged, dove, clashed and collided
but it was a different strategy altogether

And the way he love . . .

He gave others the spotlight they deserved

with all the small comforting gestures when they talked.

It was encouraging

but not in the same way you did it to me

And the way he throve . . .

Sounded completely different,

complex, barely enough and inaccurate.

His idea of challenging himself was notable

but extremely different from yours

I saw someone else in you.
(the same way that I saw you with someone else)