You, her, me
I always thought she was cool
Way back when we were in school.
She was beautiful, free, and
Unapologetically herself.
In more ways than one,
I wanted to be like her.
But now her name
Shows on my screen
And there’s an ache
In the centre of my chest
As it squeezes in protest.
She was just a girl
I thought was really cool
But now there’s this relation to you.
I know I’ll never call you mine
The same way I know one day
You hope to be hers again.
Copyright © Micheala Ruth September | Year Posted 2024
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