It's not supported

As it's been deemed unimportant

The colors run together

Some things never change

Like the manner in which your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, though they're differently framed 

The errant press of your fingers to realign them remains.

We stroll down the sidewalk, still incapable of walking without glancing off one another every three or four steps.

One, two, three, collide...

Your chin is lowered a little but you're offsetting it with a confident smile

You're wearing your gait like a comfortable sweater

Perhaps more importantly, you know I am too

I love that everything is differently the same

Even though the feelings and rules have changed

Comfort lies in everything's differently the same