Her name

You’ll never find her.

She’s changed her name.

She’s changed like a caterpillar becomes a butterfly, only backwards.

She’s changed her perfume,
praying to God that the smell you think of when you suddenly wake up at 3:30 AM is not hers anymore.

She’s changed her eye color,
so that even if someday you chance to look into them, a different her looks back at you.

She got the piercing off,
so that every time she looks in the mirror, she isn’t reminded of how you did drugs off her belly button.

She’s changed her address,
so that even if you knock, it’s not the right door.

She’s not your graveyard anymore,
where you can go and pretend to die when you feel like shit.

She’s just gone. She’s lost information.

She’s changed her name.
You’ll never find her.

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