Poems On Fire

I don't miss you

I know that it's true

I don't need you

I think that we're through

I don't miss your voice

And I don't miss you smile

I don't miss your heat

In fact, it's all vile

I don't miss your hands

I don't miss your touch

I don't miss your kisses

Well… I don't miss them much

I don't have a need

I don't have a hole

My heart isn't hollow

Turned from fire to coal

This house isn't empty

A cold, lonely place

And I don't find where you were

Is a vast, empty space