I don’t miss you anymore,
I don’t miss talking to you at all,
Conversations that lasted for hours,
About life, death, God, or a phone call.
It doesn’t hurt as bad anymore,
I don’t miss the midnight walks or movie nights,
Memories carved into my mind,
Of your room, my home, the one with fairy lights.
I don’t miss knowing you anymore,
Knowing you as well as I knew myself,
How we could converse with just a wink,
How I knew all the books on your shelf.
We don’t know each other anymore,
Because if we did, you would know,
How everything I just said was a lie.
And I would know that you never believed it anyway.
And we both know that sometimes,
We just think about each other and cry.