i don't miss your little-bit-too-long hair,
or the way you lay your head on the headrest when I make you laugh
i don't miss the shirt you wear at least once a week--you know--the one with the pocket. (it's pink)
i don't miss the way you listen to every little thing,
especially when it's all too hard to say.
i don't miss your postage stamp smile...
how it can reach across the entire country just to say:
"i want you to know, everything is going to be okay."
i don't miss the way my hands froze up
on the perfect night in the perfect light--yours froze up too.
i don't miss the radio static of my heart
when i felt it pumping way out of range
i don't miss the way you can't stand the silence
when a smile is the loudest thing i will say
i don't miss silent cell phone signals in this room
the connection was strong
i don't even miss your forgetfulness--how terrible your memory is
because i don't miss reminding you every day
that we
did experience
beautiful, simple, wonderful things.
but i don't miss that.
i don't miss your icy blue eyes
or your sweet words
or your genuine kindness
or your baseball cap (i have the same kind)
Oh, but i do. Everyday.
i miss you.
(i do.)
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