Why Her? ....and not me

You are sitting there,
Thinking of her;
As if I am not here,
And that I am a blur.

A long lost memory
Is all you see
Of what me and you
Used to be.

I wish you could see
The look of love in my eyes,
But you dont see
You don't even try.

I wish it could still be me
Going through your mind;
But when she walked in,
You shoved me behind.

Why is it her
And not me
That you are thinking
Of constantly?
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This poem is 2 years old. i just didn't expect that i still have it.
but i'll appreciate your comments. :)