I notice something new about you every time we meet — I notice something new about you every time we meet. A wrinkle on your forehead, a small scratch on the skin. I notice your gray hair, which tries to hide under others, brightened by the sun. And every time we meet, I see you sharper, as looking at you would make my sight better. When I blink, you blink, When I smile, you smile, And when I cry, I can’t look at you without despair.