More Than This

I know I said okay
When you asked for goodbye.
I know I hugged you
And told you nice lies like
“I’ll be okay,”
“We’ll still be friends.”
The story changes shape but
Never really ends because you’re
Just a boy,
And I’m just the girl you used to
Love much more than this.

Now here I am alone for the first time
In this apartment I have
All to myself except for
Pestering, persistent little memoirs of your face,
Your name;
Your voice rebounds off everything
And I don’t know whether or not I’ll
Be okay,
Or we’ll still be friends.
The story changes shape but
Never ever ends because
You’re just a boy
And I’m just the girl you used to love
Much more
Than this.

Maybe someday
We’ll meet on a New York sidewalk in the
Pouring rain,
And you’ll tell me I’ve always been the one.
We’ll go for drinks
And talk about how simple life used to be when
We were just kids:
First date–
     First sight–
          First time–
               First love–
                    First… kiss…

But until then I’ll be okay.
And we’ll still be friends.
The story changes shape but
It never really ends, because
You’re just a boy
And I’m just the girl who used to
Love
You more
Than this.