familiarity.

there is something familiar
in the way you look at me.
in the way your voice appears to condensate in the air.
if water clings to you this easily
you must be magnetic.
perhaps that is why you are nostalgia at its sharpest wits.
you've seen the world
from corner to corner
and you've taken marks from those you've tied your heart to.
scars as raw as your heart. as raw as the recycled tide.
rubbed red with their blood.
you've taken other people
and reflected them in
the way you live.
that is why you are familiar.