Not you

I hung out with someone last night who wasn’t you. He sat on my couch in the same spot you used to sit when we’d have deep conversations. It was platonic. And I talked about you a lot. But it felt weird. He’s new to my life, this friend. And you don’t even know he exists. It made me wonder who’s sitting in my spot at your house? Is she pretty? Do you open up to her in ways you used to open up to me before you decided to quit on us? Do you feel weird when you meet new people too? Weird that I don’t know they exist. Because at one point I knew everything about you, you knew everything about me and I’m still struggling on how to let go that I don’t get to know everything anymore, that I don’t even get to know anything. I had a new person over last night. And all it did was make me miss you more.