I wrote this months ago when, clearly, I missed everything about Ex.
I don’t miss you, I miss the idea of you
I don’t miss your house, I miss playing house
I don’t miss our dinners together, I miss a table for two
I don’t miss the the tennis court, I miss a partner
I don’t miss your bed, I miss a warm body next to me at night
I don’t miss our time together, I miss the daily routine
I don’t miss your kisses, I miss a mouth touching mine
I don’t miss your voice, I miss being told the truth
I don’t miss your touch, I miss being touched
I don’t miss the vacations together, I miss escaping the day to day
I don’t miss you, I miss the fairy-tale, the infinite, the forever
I don’t miss anything about you, yet there is a hole so big and deep that sometimes threatens to swallow me
But in reflecting about this I realize there is one thing I miss. The one thing about you that is pure and honest: I miss your dog! I miss those big black eyes begging me for a treat!
and this last image is just because it made me laugh: