the last time you saw me I was sitting beside you by a fire you had made,
except this time I was there with someone who wasn't you.

I was with the boy on the other side of me,
who was grabbing my thigh and then fiddling with my hand.

you barely looked at me,
but I looked at you.
the fire illuminating your face,
it sent a tingle down my spine.

the last words you mumbled to me made me feels things I wish I could forget.
(it was nice seeing you again)