He looked so much like the man I used to love
That I stopped in my tracks.
I had to wonder if I still looked like the girl
He used to hurt every once in a while,
And one day, all at once.
I stared at him from afar
A silhouette burning into my eyes
He was playing with some stray dogs
I was travelling down the street in time
A small kitten in my arm,
And a newfound feeling of gratitude
Of finding joy in myself.
But oh the anxious thrill of meeting him again!
I walked up to him
Thousands of questions buzzing in my ears
A slight surprise, a little hesitation,
And he turned towards me
The streetlights hadn't begun to speak yet and
The sun was about to set
In the faint twilight I saw his face change itself 
A hundred times a second.
My arm propped up in disbelief
It touched his face of a clouding palette
And it finally gathered into a particular shape and stopped.
He looks like another man, I saw, 
Another one I will get used to loving
Another one who will hurt.