I don’t really miss you that much…

It’s not like you’re
My waking question,
A ray of sunlight through the window,
The image in a cloud above,
The touch of raindrops falling
(As you fell for me
Once upon a fairytale time).
You’re not the fresh cool water on my lips
As I drink reminders of you…
Don’t think you are my morning sustenance,
The dream in a cleansing shower…
I don’t worry if you’re doing well
When I see no sign,
feel no sighing ghostly breath of you
& fail to hear your voiceless whispers
Soothing my restless mind.
It’s not you I think of
Every time I write
Or read
Or hear a favorite song.
How could you be my final query
And my nightly yearning
As I rest my head and close my eyes
Upon your imaginary chest?
No, I don’t miss you
Or think of you
Or dream of you
Or reach for you
Or passionate long for you
Or write to you
Throughout every single day?
See, you mustn’t feel too flattered…
I don’t really miss you that much…