Moving On

It was never me.
Though my heart aches for you
And my sheets still smell of you.
Even though my body still feels traces of you,
And i see you wear my clothes out in public.

My friends say that anything can happen,
But yesterday I saw you with him.
The polar opposite boy,
A requiem of joy and smiles
and Love.
Then i saw him in my shirt.
and i knew
I’ll never get the chance
to be him,
Again.