faded perfection

you outweigh him in words
but he still had something
on me
it was loosely tied to love
and more closely resembled
a change in loneliness
a backwards affair
and two stolen moments
in three quarter time

he was more open than you
more up front and personal
in hesitantly passed along notes
and love quotes
copied in his sunday best handwriting
shown off in candle light
marked by moonlit thoughts
and barely closed wounds

i somehow got to both of you
in different ways
at different times
and brought out something
in your laughter
and your hidden smiles
that stood still for days on end
when thoughts of me mingled
for a split second too long