I’m with someone new now

They don’t smell like you do

At times I smell lemons

Just to be reminded of you

The tang jerks my lips to smirk

And my eyes to well

I used to hate that bittersweet

conflicting taste

Now it is all that lingers on my tounge

I’m with someone new now

They’re not as creative as you

Do you remember

Those oragagomy nights we used to have ?

I still can’t make them

You know those paper boats you used to

create with ease

The ones I would groan about

That I’d hate

I like them now

I sit with folded arms and a soaked face

at my kitchen table

over crumpled pieces of tear soaked paper

I’m with someone new now

And

I wish they were you