Three years this December,
how long its been
funny though
how easy to remember
in him, in us
all the things I'd seen
in who i used to be
so will it be the same
our future together
so easy to see.
Three years this December.

Watching her from across the room
like a stranger whose face reminds me of someone
trying to place where I've seen that expression
pain in her eyes is familiar
we could have been so alike
a compliment
i can see where it could have gone
but too late
someone didn't love the other enough
or too much