I Don't Miss Her Poem by Randy McClave

I don't miss her because of her care
Because, in her soul there was none ever there,
She cared not for anyone, but only herself
Not even her children with their pictures on her shelf.

I don't miss her because of her looks
You can find beautiful woman in all stores and in books,
Though the times that she went to a beauty salon
Soon, her fake beauty was all gone.

I don't miss her because of her job
Because, she had none, she just stole and did rob,
She stole from the soul and spirit and from my own wallet
Her being a Jezebel, I'd call it.

I never missed her because of her conversation
Maybe because of hate was her true fixation,
She would always say that everyone had did her wrong
Especially her children and her ex's was her favorite song.

I don't miss her because she was Godly and sweet
Because, she lied and broke promises and did constantly cheat,
Sadly she did it again and over again
Her favorite acts and deeds was always sin.

I don't miss her and as God knows that's not a lie
That fact no one who knows her could ever deny,
But, this one true and honest fact I do honestly confess;
I do miss our sex.

Randy L. McClave