He said, She said.

I miss you.
I miss you and the opportunities
that missed me
because I was too excited
thinking about touching your thighs and squeezing your breasts.

Don't tell me you miss me.
I know how selfish you are,
how selfish you were.

Maybe you only miss how warm I made you feel inside when all you gave me was a cold shoulder.

Now that you're all alone being lathered by these winter breezes she left you in,
you want me back and you're sorry you were never good to me when you had the chance.

But I let you in again,
knowing that you'll leave me
in the spring when your new love blossoms.