I Don't Miss You, At All

I don't miss you at all

(Norah said so)

I don't think of your smile

(twinkling at me across the room, breathing

life, and promise, and

adventures)

Your dark eyes don't haunt me

(because I pretend,

that I don't remember

the promise, the plans, the thrill)

And I (don't) wonder who I am (anymore)

without the warm touch of your hand

(because you eventually made your choice)

But still,

as I sit and watch the snow falling down

I do miss you
while

The broken promise

And the “what if” still

play a distant melody

in my heart.

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