Her name still slips out like it’s brand new.

And I hate that it gets to me so much,

How I flinch at the thought of her touch.

I wonder if you miss her sometimes,

If her memory still crosses your mind.

I try to shake it off, but it’s tough,

Knowing she was once your “enough.”

I’m here now, but I can’t lie,

I hate how she lingers in the corners of your eye.