there is no better match

There is no better match for me. 

No need to ask what’s wrong, 

her intuition knows best. 

A glance, tilt of the curly amber hair, 

and my silence cracks with glassy eyes that ne’er hide. 

There is no better match for me. 

Closet of shared sweaters, 

open for the taking. 

Laughter stitched in every thread,

a borrowed comfort never returned.

There is no better match for me. 

Small details, worn smooth by years

of a shared bedroom. 

Whispered secrets at night, flashlights clicking off and on 

avoiding sleep. 

There is no better match for me. 

Tides tugging at the shore, 

like the moon and sun in sync once more.

An invisible thread stretches the space beside me,

though unseen, filled with her, my “other half," eternally.