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I remember I used to
miss you.
Wanting you to miss me too;
for you to say you were a fool
for letting me go
and letting me leave.
For letting me find myself without you.
For leaving me…with me.
I remember I used to
miss you.
Missing you was my favorite past time.
Lay awake at night
so many tears that I cried.
Memories…salty memories.
How they tortured me.
How they made me
miss you.
Because you—oh yes, that was you
who said we had forever.
But it’s my fault—I knew better.
And as I think back on it now
I look back on it and smile.
Because I don’t
miss you.
And it’s just so funny how
that it’s funny to me now.
I think back on all those tears
And I remember that pain so clear
How I used to
miss you
wanting you to miss me too.
Thinking life was over—through.
But it was only just beginning.
And I know now you weren’t an ending.
You were just a moment in my journey.
You left me with me
so that I could find me;
the truly happy me—
the me I was meant to be.
And it wasn’t meant with you.
And now I’m so okay with that
It makes me oh so happy that
I don’t
miss you.
