Standing Room Only

A World of Short Stories

He never told me

He never told me your name 

But he flaunted you 

in front of my friends. 

He waited too long to tell me 

then acted like it was okay. 

That I was okay. 

Like it was normal to see 

both of us at the same time 

Want to split dinner? 

Split drinks? 

My heart refused to crack 

because you weren’t worth the trouble. 

I won’t even remember your name. 

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