Twenty-nine.

I should've written
this down before
it all went sour -
back when I
smiled at her name
and my friends
winked and
asked after my new lover.

Now it's all so bitter
and the mention of her name
makes me shrug or
change the subject.

I used to only talk
about her and we and how
it all felt so right.

Now I over analyze what
went wrong, what I
should have done better,
what I should have
said instead.

It always ends
like this,
but each time it feels
brand new.