Melancholy

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oh there is a boy

he only misses me when I'm not around

he texts me once a month

we aren't friends or lover

we aren't enemy or ally 

we aren't stranger or acquaintance

we haven't met but we've seen each other

he knows all my secrets but not my first name

I know all his favorite songs but not his number

what are we, I wonder 

we've said goodbye but we keep on greeting.

he is my first love but I ain't his last lover

he doesn't like to be called baby, 

but he calls me dear whenever he's mad

what are you, I wonder.