Written by little g


I met a new friend too,
after you,
except it was me.

The new me had some old­-fashioned ideas
about you.

The new me wasn’t part of the old crowd;
that would mean abandoning the new me,
so don’t ask.

I was starting to
like the new me a lot.

At the party your new friend was chain­-smoking cigarettes.
It made my eyes water.
The new me said they were tears.
The new me was trying to find you in all that smoke.

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