It’s the same face
Same shoulders, arms, legs
Sound asleep, sprawled out across my bed like a starfish,
Reclaiming all the space beside me that’s been empty for almost a year

It’s all the same person, my person, and yet as moonlight begins to pour in from the front window my heart stops

You think you know how beautiful the ocean is, but then the sun sets across it
You think the mountains are powerful, until Autumn paints them in fire
And then suddenly everything you thought you knew about your own world completely changes, bathed in fleeting colors and temporary refractions of light

Now I could easily lose days, weeks, months of sleep watching how that gentle blue effortlessly lays itself across him, softening every feature in the most perfect glow