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 … Continue reading I don’t miss you.