How long has it been?
15 years almost.
Long enough that we should be able to be civilized with one another.
I moved on
You moved on
We moved on,
But we were never a we anyway.
What are you thinking in your head when you look at me?
I ask you about your child, I tell you about mine.
Why the chill in the air?
It’s a party—lighten up.
Your wife seems lovely.
I’m happy for you. Truly.
Why do you still look at me as though I have wronged you?
I did neither of these things.
Can you not admit it even now?
I am not the girl I once was and you are not the boy you once were.
We’re older now—parents, partners, grown-ups.
So why can’t you get past the past?
I’m not the girl you lost,
I was never yours to lose.
I’m not the girl who got away
I am a 38 year old mother of three
Trying to reconnect with an old friend.
But I’ll be honest—
we were never really friends, were we?
Take me down off your pedestal.
I was never comfortable there anyway.
May 13, 2013