I don’t miss you.

Remember when these on-this-day’s were not yet around?

I didn’t need a picture for perfect recall. 

I remember, even without.

I remember quite well. 

How we once were.

The tone of your voice. 

The squinting of your eyes. 

The movement of your hands. 

The stepping of your feet. 

And nope, 

I don’t miss you… 

I don’t miss you, old self. 

I don’t miss the tone of your voice…so rash, so proud,  like that of a know-it-all’s. Oh how eager, you were, to always  point that you have a point. You were loud, because you think no one heard. You were proud, because you think, no one gets hurt. 

I don’t miss you, old self. 

I don’t miss the squinting of your eyes – eyes that want to possess whatever they behold. Your eyes feasted on counterfeit idols of the young and of the old. You scrolled your days away. Oh, how fast you coveted, how swift you envied, and how quick you fell out of your way.

I don’t miss you, old self. 

I don’t miss the way your hands moved -you lifted them up, like you lifted your own chair, like you would your chin. Your hands were raised, but your heart didn’t follow. You’ve done many things -you reason they may be significant, but truthfully, mainly hollow. 

I don’t miss you, old self.

I don’t miss the stepping of your feet. You say you’ve been to high places, but you’re mum on saying you’ve been to dark ones as well. Your stubborn feet, see, they swell. They were quick to go where you were not supposed to, and quick to run when you needed to stop. Your giddy feet, I don’t miss.

Dear old self,

I know, we used to share a good laugh. 

I know, we used to take meals together. 

I know, we used to go to places whenever. 

You who left, once lived comfortably in me.

And painfully, sometimes make uncomfortable comebacks.  

I can’t keep you.

And I have no plans to.

Because as soon as  the new self came into the room,  I have grown wary in keeping the two of you in one house. 

One has to go. 

So you had to go. 

And oh,

P.S.

But if the sin in me beckons for you

to come back and pay a visit, 

Know that once you knock on the door,

The sign says: 

“I  have made my redeemed self clear:

I don’t miss you. 

Don’t come knocking.”

^{2 Corinthians 5: 17} 

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come:

The old has gone, the new is here!