i have a new best friend and she knows nothing about you.

and she never will. 

the pain always 

bested the shame

when the subject was you.

but things are anew 

and i’m doing well, 

hope you are too. 

i have a new best friend and she doesn’t know your name and she never will. 

the stories get old

from being retold

over and over again.

they don’t quite move me

to tell somebody

when i’ve already seen how it ends.

my new best friend asked me who’s hurt me and she’ll never know it was you.

suppose you don’t feel

how much you’ve healed

till it’s no longer causing a stir,

and when you answer the question

who left an impression

you see things aren’t the way that they were.

my new best friend knows nothing about you and she never will.