I won’t look at you sitting with her

I try not to care, but my chest tightens,

I cannot move the fist holding my heart,

Bitter heart, shaking hand,

They’re my blue eyes she has on her,

Lips that should be mines smiling.

I cannot move, I will not leave, boy

It should be me sitting there,

I should be the one you talk to,

Smile to, joke to,

Two of us without the third.

Is she yours, are you hers?

To me you’ll always be mine,

In spirit if not in heart.