He went out with her last month,

something I will have to get used to,

the glances they'll pass,

and the shadows that will dance at night when there is no one around to watch.

She gave him a nickname,

I wonder what it would be like to not love you.

What would happen if I let go?

I didn't hold on tight enough when it counted,

and now I'm stuck not able to let the rest of you slip through the cracks.