i don't think about you as much as i used to
but sometimes i reminisce about what it was like
to be listened to so closely:
the words i said,
what they meant to me,
and to still have your full attention no matter how little it made sense to you.

i've been so much happier since then,
and have repeated that moving on was mutual enough times to believe it
but when the thought passes by,

just for a moment,
i remember how it felt to open up,
see your eyes look back at me,
and hear the reassurance you gave
to make me realize
i could tell you anything about me with no insecurity.

since then, i forgot about you or kept myself occupied enough to think i'm happy enough without you
and oddly enough, find some comfort in realizing
i didn't crave having you
but having someone.

and although,
nights by myself
don't feel like 'nights without you'
anymore,

for another moment,
nights at 9pm start to feel like
2am when i'm alone