I’M NOT
Are you seeing someone,
I ask.
(We haven’t been together for a while
and I suspect
you might have found
someone new,
although I think
I know you pretty well).
Yes, you reply
avoiding my eyes,
and my heart misses a beat.
It’s not that I am jealous, no.
I just thought
I was
irreplaceable.
Zlatna Kostova
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