I've met someone with your smile -
the one you wear in those moments of close comfort
when you're just leaning back from a kiss.

She has it all the time,
and something about it sets off alarms
in my head – she can't do it justice
like you can. You look so alive –
and I remember the warmth of your arms,
which always comes along with
that smile. With her, it doesn't ring true,
because it doesn't seem right on anyone but you.