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.
-
Author:
Ladywithaquill (
Offline) - Published: October 7th, 2024 14:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Missing my friends :(
- Category: Sad
- Views: 17
Offline)
Comments2
Good write! It's sad, you still love them, you don't want them to go, but you just don't miss them...
Thank you, I do miss them though, and I think I always will.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.