You told me you loved the blue in my eyes
and the way my laugh echoed throughout the room
but you really loved the way her eyes put a thousand stars to shame
and how her laugh could be heard as the feeling of sirens

You told me you loved my hand in yours and
how my thumb rubs back and forth along the top of it

You told me you loved playing with my long, soft hair-
I cut it,
I've decided I should no longer try and please you as you
never loved me anyways

Everything you were describing was her
I tried to convince myself that I had done those things
and just didn't remember or maybe that you saw things
differently than I do-

But I can tell when two people are holding hands under the table

- L.W.