You can't be over it.
You can't have moved on.
Do you really feel nothing?
No bile rising in your throat at the thought of me kissing another?
Holding another?
You can't imagine me
Up all night
Someone else's messages making me smile
Making me clutch my phone to my chest
Grinning at the ceiling
How could you hear me
Talk of potential others
Potential replacements
People who might be able to make me as happy as you once did
And not bat an eye?
How do you not flinch
At the sight of me with another
Laughing,
Hand on leg
Eyes captivated.
You can't be over it
You can't.