He's just an ex when we're with mutual friends taking the subway to another mutual friend's house party.
He's just an ex when we're pouring drinks into our red plastic cups.
He's just an ex when we're at the table chasing beer caps across its surface.
He's still just an ex when we're sharing a chair because there's only one chair left in the room.
He's still just an ex when he catches me as I slip off the chair because obviously, it's only big enough for one of us.
He's still just an ex when we take a walk outside looking for some food because it's too loud and rowdy inside.
He could still be just an ex when he pulls me close and says he's sorry for everything he did.
He could still be just an ex when I start to cry because I never understood why we broke up and he can't either.
He's just not quite an ex when he decides to kiss me and we'll figure this all out tomorrow in the daylight with a phone call when the mood's not right anymore.
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