I wonder if you still think of her
the way her eyes light up and shine
the smell of her hair on a cold day
the taste of her lips and warmth of her hugs
Was it easy to be with her?
Did you argue about the little things,
The big things, the nothings
just like we do?
Did you fall in love me because
I remind you of her,
I’m better than her,
or perhaps I am her?
She will have a space in your heart
that I will never be able to touch
a weight you will carry throughout your life
that burdens even my shoulders
It’s ridiculous to compare myself to her
and to compare our love to her
nothing could be better than the present-
until the past catches up with it
I will never have your whole heart
and I know that, I accept that
how selfish am I to think, even for a second
that I could ever own that.