They Look Like Us

They met under unusual circumstances,

a graceful happenstance,

absolutely meant to be,

didn’t even see each other coming,

a Godsend, hit the ground running.

He takes her picture without her knowing

so he can remember forever

the moment he knew.

She laughs at him to cover up

how much she actually is fond

of his boyish charm.

They look like us

walking downtown,

inside jokes,

helping each other move forward,

unplanned kissing,

picking up the phone

when sense goes missing.

When shit hits the fan,

he calls her

and knows exactly why,

but pretends like he doesn’t.

When the moonlight hits

the angles of his face just right,

she looks at him

like she’s seeing beauty for the first time.

They look like us

calling each other’s bluff,

sharing personal stuff,

fucking it up,

being too late,

arriving at the wrong time,

blushing at their mistakes,

a shattering earthquake.

She lets him be,

he realizes what he needs,

that there’s no such thing as a plan

when you’re really living life,

and when they get together again,

they look like us.