He has risen from the ashes of my obsession of you.
He whom I've met months ago,
seemed to me I had met a decade ago.
He also has your dark skin complexion,
that same dark skin where the moonlight was dancing on the very first night I saw you.  
I was 18 then, cautious shy, insecure, and you,
you were the moon reflecting my rays and
I, the sun, beaming in the delight of the sight of you,
the butterflies in my stomach and slanted lights on your face,
both dancing to the rhythm of my heart.  
Tugging me in, pulling me down.  
You just happened to pass by then not knowing that my world went still  for you.  
That night I knew I fell.  
You didn't even catch me,
but how can you,
when you didn't even know.

I remember I saw you walking miles away from me,
yet clear, and zoned in,
I saw how angels might have blessed the ground you walked on,
light, glowing, flowing.
your strides, they were long, slow,
my breath short and shallow.  
It was then when I confessed under my breath that I was in love with you.  
But with you being miles away,
how can you even hear that.

And now, I see a reflection of you, his essence in you.  
This time, tips on tips we touch.  
flesh to flesh we merge.  
He can only wonder what drew me to him.  
He doesn't know it was you.  
Two men--- one who had held my heart, the other my body,
both I cannot  seem to have,
both I cannot seem to truly love.