Miss you

I will not miss you 

I will not miss you when clouds darken the sky and rain kisses my skin. 
When the fire burns bright in the hearth and the candles flicker their yearning ghosts upon the wall.

I will not miss you when sprouts break the soil with green, and silently buds the shivering trees. When pale hearts are made bold by the rising sap and cupid’s sweet festival.

I will not miss you when summer spreads itself before me in wild and glorious heat. 
When my skin feels the sun caressing it like a lover, like an angel, like a pretty girl.

I will not miss you when life reminds me of solemn promise stolen by sad circumstance. 
When the rain trickles down my cheeks and beneath my collar and hides my stupid tears.

I will not miss you

I will not miss you

I should not miss you