she

i think every girl i pass who fits the right description is you.

sometimes i stop whatever i am doing to look.

i can't hear what is going on around me. i am suddenly stuck in a vaccuum. i hold my breath.

my mind swirls with judgement.

i wonder about you. what you really look like. why i feel the need to see you.

because you were his last. because you are a lovely woman. and he thought you deserved better.

better than what? better than what i am getting?

because one time he told me that i reminded him of you.

at the time, i didn't mind. where were we going anyway. fast route to nowhere.

except, we are still here.

and you are still here. with me.