I don't miss you

Oh no; I do not miss you,

I don't miss your warm embrace.

When I close my eyes at night,

I do not see your face.

When he kisses me with passion,

I don't pretend his lips are yours.

And when he fills me with his essence,

I am not filled with remorse.

When I hold his hand in public,

I don't picture in my mind;

That when I look in his direction,

It's your face my eyes will find.

When I sit with him at dinner,

over candlelight and wine;

and I laugh at jokes he utters,

Tears don't cause my eyes to shine.

When I awake within nights' stillness,

and I pause to glance his way;

I'm not broken, I'm not bitter.

No, my heart's not turned to clay.

So don't think for once I miss you.

My life is all that it could be.

I don't think of you that often.

Of your memory I am free.

Rosevina Halley

June 19, 2009