I knew there would come a day
Where the mention of your name would
Provoke nothing
but anger in my friends

I knew there would come a day
Where the mention of your name was
For the sole purpose of storytelling
And nothing of significance would bind it in the eyes of others.

Not the present;
Nor the future
Not what has been;
Or what could have been.

I wasn’t attached to you anymore;
I was attached to the idea of drama
You brought along, though flawed,
When you came into my life.

I was right when I guessed
That I would miss the sadness when it’s gone
I enjoyed basking in my own sadness
As much as I enjoyed basking in your thorns.

Because I miss the smell of cigs
Even though I never touched them
Missed the aftertaste of your favourite beer
On my lips as yours met mine.

Only that I don’t miss you.