Imagining You One Last Time
Sometimes I imagine seeing you again.
Like everything worth anything– it’s always when I least expect it.
At first we’d meet when I’m with a man, a boyfriend, not to just make you jealous, but for protection.
Of course I do not fear you physically in the violent manner,
but I was afraid if I was alone with you my heart would break again.
But when I was healed and aching with loneliness I’d daydream of being alone with you.
Sometimes it would be a moment meant for the movies where you hold your breath, strain to hear, and don’t dare look away.
We would speak in intimate whispers and fall in love all over again, and she never would be mentioned.
Other times I would act aloof, like I never cared about you at all and I’m in a rush because I have somewhere important to be.
And I leave you confused, wishing for another chance, secretly pining after me.
And other times, when I’m the most honest I would genuinely incline on how you were doing, the both of you.
And we would all hang out one last time, as if the bad times didn’t exist, we were only ever our best selves.
But now when I imagine seeing you we are never alone.
Because when we are seen together it proves that I have loved and have been loved, and have lost and have been lost.
But that is all I imagine.
Because when I imagine seeing you now it has nothing to do with you anymore but everything to do with me.
It’s my proof that I’m finally over you.
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