I don’t miss a thing about you
I don’t miss the way you cared
I don’t miss the times we shared
I don’t miss your beautiful face
I don’t miss your warm embrace
I don’t miss holding your hand
I don’t miss just being your man
I don’t miss the sound of your voice
Or even knowing, I was your first choice
I don’t miss your caring and compassion
How every night was filled with such passion
I don’t miss the smell of your hair
Or how you just knew when I needed you there
I don’t miss how the sun made your hair shine
Or knowing that you’d only ever been mine
I don’t miss the trust that we shared
Or how we both knew the depth of our care
I don’t miss the touch of your skin
I just don’t feel the sadness within
No, I’m no insensitive and no, I’m not bad
It’s just that a man can’t miss what he’s never had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Loss of fascination in once blissful relationship, nicely brought forth with conviction. An insightful portrayal of the whimsical and temperamental nature of love. Thanks for sharing.