FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
You don’t miss me.
You miss
How loved, seen, special
My eyes made you feel,
Accompanied with a smile.
You don’t miss me.
You miss
The curves of my body,
Willing to be all yours,
Asking for nothing in return.
You don’t miss me.
You miss
The silly version of yourself,
When I served you
Laughter for breakfast.
You don’t miss me.
Talk is cheap,
When you know,
You won’t take a single step
In my direction.
