HE ISN'T YOU

He says my name, 

but it doesn't land the same.

His hands are warm,

 yet they don't know my shape.

He listens, yes

but not to the pauses between my words.

Being with him feels like daylight,

while you were the moon I learned to ache for.

I smile, I try, I almost believe,

but my heart keeps looking for your shadow.

He gives me moments, 

you were the meaning inside them.

And that's how I know

he isn't you, and never will be.