You don't need to miss me,
anymore,
because I
don't want to be
that girl
of painful memories and
bitterness invoked.
I don't want
to know that
sappy love songs
touch your corners
because I
lost my grip
on the reality we
worked for...
But to sometimes
come across a photo
that fell behind
my dresser
or bed or
bookshelf
reminds me that...
reminds how
much I
need you to miss me,
like I miss you.