Stll, I wonder, Still I share,
Still, I don’t know why you cared.
Still, I catch you tracking me,
I’m flattered, though I shouldn’t be.
Your ex called me your “Invisible Friend”,
I guess that’s true, that’s all I’ve ever been.
I question, had I perfected me,
just what our relationship would be.
I know we would not have stayed forever,
(we, neither one, that task can weather,)
but, maybe, we would have made it through,
maybe me, and maybe you.