I don't miss you.

There's no dark, empty space where you used to be.

It's not as if I lie awake at night, crying for you.

And if I hear a knock at the door

or a tread on the stair

I never rush out, thinking, hoping, praying you're there.

I can live without you.

I never wake up and think, what's the point without you?

I can stop crying.

I don't miss you.