He just doesn't know
How much

I dropped a pound
And everyone was so startled by the sound

I, a cool woman,
Watch you
Through Summer's lens.

Well, her name is popular
So my imagination, without fail,
Created a sort of composite girl
Of all those I've felt threatened by;
Petty and stupid, I know,
But there is still that small, animal part of me
That won't let go.

I've lost myself
in myself.

I keep having to remind myself
That I won't be cold
This winter.

You were always
Six degrees cooler
Five steps ahead
And four years behind.
Three floors above me
Two months my elder
And one phone call away.