Not Mine

It was the party held for my nineteenth birthday, although I wouldn't say it was my party, I hadn't wanted it.

The drink I held in my hand was rum and coke, although I wouldn't say it was my drink, it had been shoved in my hand.

The girl who held my attention was talking to Chloe, although I wouldn't say Chloe was my friend, she just hung around my place most days.

The moment that hung as Chloe introduced Rosemary to the birthday boy and then left us alone, that awkward silence was all mine.

And hers.

Ours, really.