Old Habits Die Hard

I'm over it.

I've found someone new.

I have some different hobbies.

Damn-near forgotten about you.

But then you call,

and your contact hasn't changed,

or my smile,

or the way you say my name.

I did it without thinking,

muscle memory, really.

It doesn't change a thing,

it doesn't mean I still think of you dearly.

I saw you at the end of the hall,

for some reason, that brought a spark,

but you never noticed,

not even as it went dark.

You found me once again,

and we just seemed to fit.

Then, only for a moment,

I asked why this had to be it?

I swear that I've moved on,

but who am I kidding?

Lord knows I haven't,

but would it not be fitting?

So, for now, let's say I have.

That old habits die hard,

Because I can't control how I feel.

So, I will just have to keep up my guard.