You're Just not that over me

A glimpse of you,
Makes me smile.

My face turns bright,
And my eyes flicker,
Under the brightness of my own face.

We aren't together any longer.
That thought doesn't make any difference to me.
 As long as you are,
You're mine.

And you say,
"You're just not that over me?" 

The End

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