SHE


I think I'm getting over you, I think.
But then I think of your eyes
And how they look at mine
Curious, thoughtful, blue as the sky the morning after a hard rain, a little playful
A little mischievous
The moment before you’d push me up against a wall to kiss me
I think I’m getting over you, I think
But then I think of the way you laughed
You’d hold on to my arm and pull
As if to steady yourself from laughing too wildly
I think I’m getting over you, I think
But then I think of your mouth
The smirk when you'd say something sarcastic
The pout when I’d forget to kiss you before getting out of the car
The biting of the inside of your cheek when you were concentrating
The way it moved when you would say my name
I think I’m getting over you, I think
But then I think.

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