I do not think of you all the time anymore
Do not jump when I hear your name
It doesn’t seem more familiar to me than my own
Like it used to once, but not anymore.
My phone now keeps lying in some distant corner of my house
My ears and mental radar often misses hearing it ringing
I once used to be practically glued to it
lest I miss your call but not anymore.
Anecdotes about you dont come up in my conversations anymore
My friends dont have to politely smile and nod at stories heard a dozen times before.
I don’t call up our common friend every second day
Hearing her stories, hoping she’ll tell me something about you.
I dont think of you if I read Mills & Boons
Their oh-so-predicable stories don’t make me cry anymore.
I do invariably start thinking of you when someone asks me what kinda guy I want,
thinking about someone other than you in my life doesn’t sound impossible anymore.
Times we spent were wonderful, i am glad I met someone like you
It ended early but I know anytime would have felt too soon
It hurt, it pained, it nearly ripped me apart
But its all behind me and Im ready to make a new start.
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