I don't miss you.
There's no dark, empty space where you used to be.
It's not as if I lie awake at night, crying for you.
And if I hear a knock at the door
or a tread on the stair
I never rush out, thinking, hoping, praying you're there.
I can live without you.
I never wake up and think, what's the point without you?
I can stop crying.
I don't miss you.