Kiss and Tell

The curiosity is only natural.
Your friends,
Your family,
Your town,
I am an enigma to them foreign like she never was, I did not grow up holding your hand.
It’s claustrophobic. This phantom I have to compete with.
Everything in your house smells like her. She lingers around corners in your grandmother’s home. I can feel your family scrutinizing me, wondering if I will be like her.
You told me you didn’t kiss and tell.
But I wish you did.

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