You Miss Me Don't You?

I can see it in your eyes,
the pain that haunts your mind;
the footsteps of our memories echo loudly and asphyxiate your psyche at the sound of my name,
you miss me don’t you?
You remember how I used to make your heart flutter,
when I called you Princess, don’t you?
You look in the mirror your eyes as cold and icy as that faithful night you let plumped to let me go
and now the wind whips through so coldly and your heart shivers against it,
aching and drowning in the sea of missing me.

You pushed me away;
and now you cry yourself to sleep;
looking at our pictures,
you miss me don’t you?
Like Autumn I left nothing but desiccation in your heart.
Those ‘accidental’ drunk calls and texts I wake up to every Sunday morning are proof that you miss me,
you miss me don’t you?
I hear you still snuffle for my scent on that black sweater I left you;
you miss me don’t you?
I hope when you lay at night the regrets of letting go of me asphyxiate you once more,
and remind you that,
you shouldn’t have let me go.