Saying Goodbye

I don't miss you anymore,

but that's because I've forgotten

what it was like to be with you.

I don't remember your presence,

you've been gone so long

and the memories that I have of you

have been tarnished

by the cruel things you've said and done to me

in the wake of our separation.

The ache is still there,

the hurt that has lined my heart

since the beginning of our demise,

it's all still there,

but I've become numb to it,

became used to the sting I get when I see or hear

all that you've said about me.

But what is gone,

vanished along with you,

is the ache to have you close to me,

the ache to have you listen to my day

or the funny thing that happened to me.

I don't miss you anymore

and with that

comes solace unlike anything else.

You're gone and I don't want you back—

don't need you back.

I've never felt more free in my life.

The weight of missing you

has been relieved and,

with that,

so am I.