My ex self
is an ex
just as much as you are.
I don\'t know her anymore.
I can picture her,
but she\'s fuzzy around the edges.
I have this big mix of memories with her
and most of them are sad
but not all.
Most days
I can leave her alone
in that dark corner of my mind
with you
where she belongs.
But on the other days
a song
a smell
a gas station coffee
reminds me of her existence
and I\'m in her arms again
or she\'s in mine.
I don\'t put my Spotify on shuffle anymore.