you
moved
away
and I stayed here
and I thought of you
and I wished for you
and I dreamed of you
and I talked about you
and I told my friends about you
and I heard your name
and I saw pictures of you
and I fell in love with you
and I became sad.

I stood on those old bleachers
at that basketball game.
my friends stood around me
huddled close
but I was alone
so alone
so very alone.
I can't relate to them.
I can't pretend to be happy.
I can't pretend I'm not thinking of you.
I can't make conversation
because I'm too awkward.
I can't cheer
and pretend I know how to play a game I don't care about.
I can't pretend I don't remember you sitting right there
on the bottom of the bleachers
talking to the one person that hurt me most.