The face i held was familiar,
as was his voice.
But his words and tone were new,
and uncharacteristic.
He use to be mine.
But this was not mine.
He was something different.
More so than I think even he realises.
His false feelings and sincerity
only more clearly define
the painful changes of which he refuses.
Denial as he lives.
That being same.
But some is still there.
Just as intense and honest.
But he's not there
Any more.