I Do Not Miss You

I do not miss you.

I do not count the breaths 

that have lodged in my throat 

since I have seen you, 

do not see your face- 

impossibly- 

in a deafening crowd, 

do not hear you 

call my name in the 

midnight black. 

I do not miss you.

I have not curled 

myself together 

to feel whole, 

have not buried my loneliness 

under sheets too cold and 

drinks too strong, 

have not written your name 

in the palm of my 

empty hand.

I do not miss you.

I will not sit 

and wait for the doorway 

to darken, 

will not hum, 

unbidden, 

our silent tune, 

will not answer for you 

when I cannot stop the questions 

from bubbling out like 

too much soup.

I do not miss you. 

I think now, 

I never will.