Congrats.
You've moved on.
You can brush past me like I'm not there.
You can pretend you don't see me
when you're new ho hooks around your neck
just to mark her territory.
Congrats.
You have new friends.
You have new people to hurt.
You have more people to turn against you
when they decide they don't like the "new you"
and you end up alone again.
Congrats.
You're back to square one.
And maybe when the dust clears,
you'll see my silhouette getting smaller over the horizon
close enough for you to reach out and pull back.
But will you?
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