A misplaced freckle,
that prominent mole,
lines that time grew
while we tended other things.

Planes changed,
angles and curves
shifted and softened.

I’m not blind or a fool,
I’ve always been aware of you.
A keen and critical eye
in your direction whenever possible.

You’re imperfect,
you always have been.
There are new flaws now
to compliment those I’m so familiar with.

I see every one of them
because I can’t stop looking at you.
Captured glimpses and opportune glances.
A private happiness inspired
by the sight of you.

I know you don’t understand
what I see,
why I look.
No matter the words I try
or the simplicity of the answer,
you wonder.

Each day,
every chance,
I see you.