Us to Them

At a party with friends

And an old flame, now extinguished

He ended it months ago

but the pain is still present,

Burning like whiskey down my throat

I see him move a hand under a blanket shared by another boy

He must be reaching for his phone

I forget about it

Later

Through the blanket

I see a bump

moving around on the other guy's leg

Maybe he's just scratching an itch

Or fixing his shorts

But I know better

I try to push it from my mind

But I can't

We put in a movie

He throws the blanket over the new flame

Just enough to cover both of their hands

Wait, he did that to me,

Covering our hands so that no one saw

Our forbidden interlocking of fingers

But now us had become them