Tim Murphy


I Do Not Miss You, But... - Poem by Tim Murphy

I do not miss you, but
I miss your mums cooking,
whether it was well seasoned lamb,
or pork and stuffing.

I do not miss you, but i miss your cheeky, loveable dogs,
Playing with them under the sun, watching,
as they chased shuttle cocks.
(well in all honesty, I only miss molly.)

I do not miss you,
but i miss the peace of your house,
so quiet you could hear,
the tears of a mouse.

I do not miss you,
but i miss sleep and vitality,
as i stay awake wondering,
does she ever still think about me.

I do not miss you,
but i miss the stars,
as i don't visit them anymore, (nor the boy on the moon)
as it breaks my heart

I do not miss you,
but i miss the love that i felt,
but i guess we both have to play,
the hand destiny dealt

I do not miss the fighting,
and the times i made you cry,
but when i say i don't miss you,
I lie.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 10, 2010



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