I’ve got it all planned out, you’ll see.
I’ve hired someone to do the missing for me.
I’ve become impatient and salty.
Life keeps handing me buckets from the sea;
I’m supposed to dump them out my eyes,
And compete with grayish silver skies.
So I am so sincere in saying:
I AM DONE with missing!
Death has taken too many of my loves
And no, I don’t find solace in doves.
So I’m off to find the places where
All of you once were.
And I won’t miss the sun in your eyes
Or rocking you and singing lullabies.
I’ll sit where there used to be a bench
And watch where the treetops stretched.
And I won’t miss worrying about you
Wondering, if you fell, what would I do?
I won’t miss you at all.
My heart hasn’t broken at all.