Maybe I’m not as fun, but I’m no longer a drunk

She was fun,

the words roll off the tongue.

It isn't the first time I've heard those words before

and it won't be the last time, that's for sure.

She was fun.

Tone tinged with longing, a nostalgic feel for yesteryear.

It's still strange to hear my friends refer to this past version of myself, in the past tense.

Was. She was.

She.

So removed from the present.

Another Being.

Another person.

I mourn her sometimes.

Carefree. Thoughtless. Thankless. Hopeless. Restless. Dangerous.

But she was fun.