Under my skin

I saw W yesterday and it felt like seeing an ex. Our friendship died over two years ago. He tried to salvage it but I left.

We use to be best friends since childhood and we'd share secrets. Now there's only small talk and silence. Much silence.

We wander into different rooms.

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We wandered into different rooms. And if there was a window in both rooms I'd imagine a moon in each. Silence is our own patio. We look up, we look away.
There'd be cars leaving.

I imagine meeting an ex like this at a party.

I won't say, "I can feel you under my skin." outloud. I'm too proud.