you seem different to me

it isn't everyday that

you wish for something

new.

not inherently new

just new to you in the way

the sun rise is:

different than the last time

you saw it.

you seem different.

you seem different, but

not in the same way the sun rise is.

just in the way the stars change

shape depending on how

hard you squint your eyes.

or in the way the snow fall

on christmas is cleaner

and crisper than the snow

fall on a random monday morning.

you're both things rolled into one:

the changing stars in the sky

and the chilling snow on the ground.

bright, moving, and pure.