I was sitting on the curb
waiting for you
like all those times before.
I was nervous like
it was the first time,
even though I haven't
heard from you in months.
I guess my heart hasn't
changed its mind about you.
You left me waiting for an hour;
I guess that hasn't changed either.
When you finally appeared,
something about you was different.
I couldn't pinpoint it
until you said her name
then I knew it was that
you had moved on,
and I was still hung up on you.
Maybe we should have
left this in the past,
because there in that moment
my heart broke all over again.
Even though you don't have me,
you are still the one that hurts me
even after all this time.
Goodbye should have been goodbye.