Muscle Memory

So lucky
you should know you are.
The memories we shared barely happened at all.
We're at the end now
steadily drifting apart
like candles waning
until all the wax melts off.
Oh well.
Fuck me.
I guess I can see other people.
I guess that I can fake being happy.
Oh well.
Fuck me.
I've been here before
It's almost muscle fucking memory.