I barely even knew you,
so you really shouldn’t matter.
I shouldn’t do a double-take every time someone who looks like you sits across from me on the metro.
I shouldn’t be worrying about what will happen if I run into you when I visit a part of the colony I know you frequent.
Your existence shouldn’t concern me,
but for some reason I just really don’t like being reminded that you and I were once a thing.
Is it the right part for me or not,
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&_Keshav Sawarn |
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