I still

I still find myself thinking of you,

I’ll be on the bus and my chest will tighten

I’ll be choosing my cereal and feel the realisation again

you are not mine

and never were

I still find myself thinking of the moments

when we cried laughing

and soaked each other 

when we fell over in the shower

and when we sat with feet over knees 

and head over heels

I still find myself glad it happened but 

the irreversibility of you

stains me

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