I met someone new.
They were kind.
They listened.
They smiled at me
the way you used to.
And for a moment
I thought maybe
this is what moving on feels like.
But then they laughed…
and it wasn't your laugh.
They looked at me…
and it wasn't your eyes.
They asked me what I was thinking,
and I almost said your name.
That's when I knew
I'm not over you yet.
Because no matter
how good someone else is,
I still compare them
to the person
who broke my heart.
And nobody wins
that kind of comparison.