Second to Someone

Those eyes haven’t looked at meThe way they looked at herThat once-upon-a-time whenYour heart would skip a beatOn her every appearance. Your lips have never sighed my nameLike they still trace hersWhen you, wrecked, heartsore,Cry a river on your pillow cover. Fingers, they’ve never caressed meThe way they cling to her nightdress,Or thumb through that…

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