I remember sitting in his arms.
On his lap.
Giggling at what he whispered to me.
Naughty little jokes and hopes.
He left me for the new girl.
I saw them together.
We never even broke up.

Now I have someone new.
I've never met him,
but I talk to him all the time.
On the phone,
over text,
anytime I can.
I just hope he doesn't leave me the same way.

That would just about **** me.